Dolores de Frank Sinatra

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.
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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