Laura, hold these hands and count my fingers Laura, touch these lips you once desired Lay your head upon my chest and feel my heart beat Gently run your fingers through my hair
Touch these ears that listened to your wishes Most of them fullfilled and that's a lot Let your soft gentle hands caress my body Oh, 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, Laura, tell me what he's got that I ain't got
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, oh Laura Then tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Oh, 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, oh Laura Why don't you tell me what he's got that I ain't got Please, please, Laura tell me what he's got that I ain't got