Bing Crosby Dolores
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 aye-aye-aye dolores
I was made to serenade dolores
Serenade her chorus after chorus
Just imagine eyes like moon rise
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 aye-aye-aye dolores
I was made to serenade dolores
Serenade her chorus after chorus
Just imagine eyes like moon rise
A voice like music lips like wine
What a break if i could make dolores
Mine all mine
