Harry James & His Orchestra
Dolores
How I love the kisses of DoloresAye-aye-aye DoloresNot Marie or Emily or DorisOnly my DoloresFrom a balcony above meShe whispers "Love me", then throws a roseAh but she is twice as lovelyAs the rose she throwsI would die to be with my DoloresAye-aye-aye DoloresI was made to serenade DoloresChorus after chorusJust imagine eyes like moonriseA voice like music, lips like wineWhat a break if I could make DoloresMine all mine.I would die to be with my DoloresAye-aye-aye DoloresI was made to serenade DoloresChorus after chorusJust imagine eyes like moonriseA voice like music, lips like wineWhat a break if I could make DoloresMine all mine
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