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) Dolores

I was made to serenade Dolores

(Serenade her)



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

(To be near her) Dolores

I was made to serenade Dolores

(Serenade her)



Just imagine eyes like moonrise

A voice like music, lips like wine

What a break if I could make Dolores

Mine all mine