Dolores

Aye, aye, aye, Dolores, 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, and 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, and lips like wine
What a break, if I could make Dolores
Mine, all mine