Dolores

How I love the kisses of Dolores (oh, I love her)
 Ay, ay-ay, 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)
 Ay, ay-ay, Dolores
 I was made to serenade Dolores (serenade her)
 Choruѕ after choruѕ
 Just imagine eyes like moonrise
 A voice like music, lips like wine
 What a break if I could make Dolores
 Mine, all mine
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 I would die to be with my Dolores (to be near her)
 Ay, ay-ay, Dolores
 I was made to serenade Dolores (serenade her)
 Choruѕ after choruѕ
 Just imagine eyes like moonrise
 A voice like music, lips like wine
 What a break if I could make Dolores
 Mine, all mine