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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 |