Dolores

Aye, aye, aye, Dolores, Dolores How I love the kisses of Dolores Aye, aye, aye, Dolores Not Marie or Emily or Doris Only my 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 Aye, aye, aye, Dolores I was made to serenade Dolores (Chorus after chorus) Just imagine eyes like moonrise A voice like music, and lips like wine What a break, if I could make Dolores Mine all mine I would die to be with my Dolores Aye, aye, aye, Dolores I was made to serenade Dolores (Chorus after chorus) Just imagine eyes like moonrise A voice like music, and lips like wine What a break, if I could make Dolores Mine, all mine