Laura, hold these hands
And count my fingers
Laura, touch these lips
You once desired
Lay your head upon my chest
And hear my heartbeat
Gently run your fingers
Through my hair
Touch these ears that
Listened to your wishes
Most of them fulfilled
And that's a lot
Let your soft gentle hands
Caress my body
Then tell me what he's got
That I ain't got
Tell me what he's got
That I can't give you
It must be something
I was born without
You took an awful chance
To be with another man
So tell me what he's got
That I ain't got
Tell me, tell me
Laura, see these walls
I built for you
Laura, see this
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
That I ain't got
Tell me what he's got
That I can't give you
It must be something
I was born without
And if there's time
Before I pull this trigger
Then tell me what he's got
That I ain't got
Laura, tell me what he's got
That I ain't got
Laura, tell me what he's got
That I ain't got
Tell me what he's got
That I ain't got
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