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, 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, lips like wine What a break if I could make Dolores
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