Dolores

How I love the kisses of Dolores Oh I love her aye aye aye, Dolores Not Marie or Emily or Doris None of them but only my Dolores, just Dolores From a balcony above me She whispers, "Love me", and throws a rose Ah but she is twice as lovely As the rose she throws I would die to be with my Dolores To be near her aye aye aye, Dolores I was made to serenade Dolores Serenade her chorus after chorus Just imagine eyes like moon rise A voice like music, lips like wine What a break if I could make Dolores Mine all mine I would die to be with my Dolores To be near her aye aye aye, Dolores I was made to serenade Dolores Serenade her chorus after chorus Just imagine eyes like moon rise A voice like music, lips like wine What a break if I could make Dolores Mine all mine