How I love the kisses of Dolores
Oh, I love her, aye, aye aye Dolores
Not Marie or Emily or Doris (none of them)
But only my Dolores (just 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
To be near her, aye aye aye Dolores
I was made to serenade Dolores (serenade her)
Chorus after chorus

Just imagine eyes like moon rise
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
To be near her, aye aye aye Dolores
I was made to serenade Dolores (serenade her)
Chorus after chorus

Just imagine eyes like moon rise
A voice like music, lips like wine
What a break if I could make Dolores
Mine all mine

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Writer(s): Wayne Shorter