Ike Quebec
dolores
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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, then 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
after 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
after 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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