Laura, hold my hands, count my fingers
Laura, touch the lips you once desired
Lay your head upon my chest and hear my heartbeat
Gently run your fingers through my hair
Touch the ears that's listened to your wishes
Most of them fulfilled, and that's a lot
Let your soft gentle hands touch me, Laura
And tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Oh, yes tell me what he's got that I can't give you
Well, it must be something I was born without
Laura, see these walls that I built for you
Laura, see this carpet that I laid
See those fancy curtains on your window
Touch the 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
Must be something I was born without
You took an awful chance to be with another man
Now tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Tell me what he's got that I ain't got