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