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 fulfill 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
See those fancy curtains
On the windows
Touch those satin pillars
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