Lyrics:

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