Frank Sinatra - Dolores

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.


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