Dolores

Dolores - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

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