Dolores (Feat. John Scott Trotter And His Orchestra, The Charioteers, The Rhythmaires)

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 then 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 I would die to be with my Dolores Aye aye aye Dolores I was made to serenade Dolores 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 I would die to be with my Dolores Aye aye aye Dolores I was made to serenade Dolores Just imagine eyes like moonrise A voice like music lips like wine What a break if I could make Dolores Mine all mine