Writers: Frank Loesser, Louis Alter



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 and 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

Chorus after chorus



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

Chorus after chorus



Just imagine eyes like moonrise

A voice like music, lips like wine

What a break if I could make Dolores

Mine all mine