14.Dolores
How I love the kisses of 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) Dolores
I was made to serenade Dolores
(Serenade her)
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) Dolores
I was made to serenade Dolores
(Serenade her)
Just imagine eyes like moonrise
A voice like music, lips like wine
What a break if I could make Dolores
Mine all mine
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