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

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



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Loesser, Louis Alter
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