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 mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
