Laura (tell Me What He's Got That I Ain't Got)

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