Lyrics 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?