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 fulfill 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 youMust be something I was born withoutYou took an awful chanceTo be with another manSo tell me what he's gotThat I ain't gotLaura, see these wallsThat I built for youLaura, see this carpetThat I laidSee those fancy curtainsOn the windowsTouch those satin pillarsOn your bedLaura, count the dressesIn your closetNote the name upon the checkbookIn your bagAnd if there's timeBefore I pull this triggerThen tell me what he's gotThat I ain't gotTell me what he's gotThat I can't give youMust be something I was born withoutAnd if there's timeBefore I pull this triggerThen tell me what he's gotThat I ain't gotLaura, tell me what he's gotThat I ain't gotTell me what he's gotThat I ain't got