Dolores
Frank Sinatra
Introd: 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 Chorus after Chorus. Just imagine eyes like moonrise A voice like music and lips like wine. What a break if I could make Dolores mine all mine. Gravada também por Tommy Dorsey