My Legionnaire (Brooke Waggoner)

But he would read from his prayer books That he kept in his coat with button hooks And I dwelt with him each day And casted glances all his way And he, sir, had a touch of class With his pocket watch made out of brass And I loved the way he smelled Like clean clothes left on the shelf And I would brave the harsh night air To get to him my legionnaire And we would flee into the woods I always knew my boy was good And I'd pick the whipper-wills To give to him just for thrills And he'd buy the gold hair pins To give to me just for grins And I'd brave the harsh night air To get to him my legionnaire And we would flee into the woods I always knew my boy was good Oh oh my boy was good My boy was good Oh my boy was good For his goodness is what won me over Yes my legionnaire's the kindest soldier For his goodness is what won me over Yes my legionnaire's the kindest soldier Oh I would brave the harsh night air To get to him my legionnaire And we would flee into the woods I always knew my boy was good And I would brave the harsh night air To get to him my legionnaire