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 breathed the harsh night air to get to him my legionnaire    And he would flee into the woods I always knew my boy was good       And I’d pick the record 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 breathe the harsh night air to get to him my legionnaire    and we would flee into the woods    I always knew my boy was good   My boy was good    My boy was good    My boy was good       For his goodness is what won me over yes my legionnaires the kindest soldier    For his goodness is what won me over yes my legionnaires the kindest soldier    Ohh I would breathe 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 breathe the harsh night air to get to him my legionnaire