Love Letters - Rosemary Clooney

On the baby’s knuckle, on the baby’s knee

Where will the baby’s dimple be?

Baby’s cheek or baby’s chin

Seems to me it’ll be a sin

If it’s always covered by the safety-pin

Where will the dimple be?

Every night we stay at home, my love and me alone

Making wishes over dishes in the sink

Will our bundle full of joy be a darling girl or boy?

Will the booties be a baby blue or pink?

Now I wake up every night with such an appetite

Eat a chocolate pie, topped off with sauerkraut

Then I put some records on, munch on crackers until dawn

And just sit around all night and try to guess

While I play the clinging vine, I watch that love of mine

Build him cradles while I’m pecking at his cheek

Not just one, but two or three twins run in my family

And my cousin Jane had triplets just last week

On the baby’s knockle, on the baby’s knee

Where will the baby’s dimple be?

Baby’s cheek or baby’s chin

Seems to me it’ll be a sin

If it’s always covered by the safety-pin

Where will the dimple be?