Laura, hold these hands, count my fingers
Laura, touch these lips you once desired
Lay your head upon my chest, hear my heartbeat
Gently run your fingers through my hair
Touch these ears that listen to your wishes
Most of them fulfilled and that's a lot
Let your soft and gentle hands caress my body
Then tell me what he's got I ain't got
Tell me what he's got I can't give you
Must be something I was born without
You took an awful chance to be with another man
So tell me what he's got I ain't got
Laura, see the walls I built for you
Laura, see the carpet that I laid
See those fancy curtains on the windows
Touch those satin pillows on your bed
Laura, count the dresses in your closet
Note the name upon the checkbook in your bag
And if there's time before I pull this trigger
Then tell me what he's got I ain't got
Tell me what he's got I can't give you
Must be something I was born without
If there's time before I pull this trigger
Then tell me what he's got I ain't got
Laura, tell me what he's got I ain't got
Oh, Laura, tell me what he's got I ain't got
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