Laura, hold these hands and 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's 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
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
Laura, see these walls that I built for you Laura, see this carpet that I laid
Laura, see those fans that I made for you
Laura, see 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
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
Tell me what he's got that I ain't got