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, 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 Mine all mine