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How I love the kisses of Dolores,
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Ay, ay, ay, Dolores;
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Not Marie or Emily or Doris --
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Only my Dolores.
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From a balcony above me,
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She whispers, "Love me," and throws a rose.
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Ah, but she is twice as lovely as the rose she throws.
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I would die to be with my Dolores,
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Ay, ay, ay, Dolores;
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I was made to serenade Dolores,
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Chorus after chorus.
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Just imagine eyes like moonrise,
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A voice like music, and lips like wine.
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What a break if I could make Dolores mine all mine.