You make a choice; it's such an easy move,
Nobody disapproves,
He comes unprepared, but to interrupt would surely be uncouth,
And when your time comes 'round, and he's nowhere to be found, you wait for colour red,
And when the ring you get is not the one you want, then you begin to plot somebody's death, thinking...
Oh, your pretty baby won't know,
Oh, your pretty babe,
Maybe another time, and another place, a boy or girl could grow,
But now you just can't wait...you just can't wait to let it go.
You couldn't bear this thing to save your life; suppose you start to show,
And so you call the doctor; but who's gonna nurse away the little voice inside?
When it cries, you'll curse this day.
But your pretty baby won't know,
Tell me, oh, your pretty baby.
Oh, your pretty baby won't know,
Oh, your pretty baby won't know,
Tell me, oh, your pretty baby won't know,
Tell me, oh, your pretty baby.
