How I love the kisses of Dolores
(Oh, I love her) [aye-aye-aye] 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) Dolores
I was made to serenade Dolores
(Serenade her)

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) Dolores
I was made to serenade Dolores
(Serenade her)

Just imagine eyes like moonrise
A voice like music, lips like wine
What a break if I could make Dolores
Mine all mine