If you turn me down once
more, I’ll join the French Foreign Legion
Bet you, they would welcome me with open arms
Bet you, they would welcome me with open arms
First you love me, yes, then
you love me, no
I don’t know where I stand
I don’t know where I stand
Do we march together down the
aisle
Or do I march that desert sand?
Or do I march that desert sand?
If you think I won’t find
romance in the French Foreign Legion
Think about that uniform with all its charm
Think about that uniform with all its charm
Just one more time, are you
gonna be mine or au revoir cheri
It’s the French Foreign Legion for me.
It’s the French Foreign Legion for me.
Now, if you think I won’t
find romance in the French Foreign Legion
Think about that uniform with all its charm
Think about that uniform with all its charm
Just one more time, are you
gonna be mine or au revoir cheri
It’s the French Foreign Legion for me!
It’s the French Foreign Legion for me!
“French
Foreign Legion,” sung by Frank Sinatra
[I’ve
listened to it on the commute to work every morning this week, FWIW …]
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