How I love the kisses of Dolores (oh, I love her) Ay, ay-ay, 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) Ay, ay-ay, Dolores I was made to serenade Dolores (serenade her) Choruѕ after choruѕ 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 (to be near her) Ay, ay-ay, Dolores I was made to serenade Dolores (serenade her) Choruѕ after choruѕ Just imagine eyes like moonrise A voice like music, lips like wine What a break if I could make Dolores Mine, all mine