Laura, hold these hands and count my fingers Laura, touch these lips you once desiredLay your head upon my chest, hear my heartbeat Gently run your fingers through my hairTouch these ears that's listened to your wishes Most of them fulfilled and that's a lotLet your soft, gentle hands caress my body Then tell me what he's got that I ain't gotTell me what he's got that I can't give youTell me what he's got that I can't give youTell me what he's got that I can't give youMust be something I was born withoutYou took an awful chance to be with another manSo tell me what he's got that I ain't gotLaura, see these walls that I built for youLaura, see this carpet that I laidSee those fans?See curtains on the windowsTouch those satin pillows on your bedLaura, count the dresses in your closetNote the name upon the checkbook in your bagAnd if there's time before I pull this triggerThen tell me what he's got that I ain't gotTell me what he's got that I can't give youYou must be something I was born withoutYou must be something I was born withoutAnd if there's time before I pull this triggerThen tell me what he's got that I ain't gotLaura, tell me what he's got that I ain't gotThen tell me what he's got that I ain't gotTell me what he's got that I ain't got