Intro: How I love the kisses of Dolores Ay, ay, ay, 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 Ay, ay, ay, Dolores I was made to serenade Dolores Just imagine eyes like moonrise A voice like music, and lips like wine. What a break if I could make Dolores mine all mine