Here in My Heart

Dolores - Bing Crosby (平克·勞斯)

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 moon rise

A voice like music and 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 dolores

I was made to serenade dolores

Chorus after chorus

Ah Just imagine eyes like moon rise

A voice like music and lips like wine

What a break if I could make dolores

Mine all mine