Laura

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 listen to your wishes
Most of them fulfilled and that's a lot
Let your soft gentle hands caress my body
Oh, Laura, why don't you tell me what he's got that I ain't got?

Tell me what he's got that I can't give you
I said, it must be something I was born without
You took an awful chance to be with another man
Why don't you tell me what he's got that I ain't got?

Laura, count the dresses in your closet
Know the names upon your checkbook in your bag
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?

Oh, tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Please, please tell me what he's got that I ain't got