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