| Laura, hold these hands and count my fingers
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| Laura, touch these lips you once desired
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| Lay your head upon my chest and feel my heart beat
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| Gently run your fingers through my hair
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| Touch these ears that listened to your wishes
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| Most of them fulfilled and that’s a lot
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| Let your soft gentle hands caress my body
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| Oh, then tell me what he’s got that I ain’t got
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| Tell me what he’s got that I can’t give you
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| It must be something I was born without
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| You took an awful chance to be with another man
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| So, Laura, tell me what he’s got that I ain’t got
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| Laura count the dresses in your closet
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| Note the name upon the checkbook in your bag
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| And if there’s time before I pull this trigger, oh Laura
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| Then tell me what he’s got that I ain’t got
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| Oh, tell me what he’s got that I can’t give you
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| It must be something I was born without
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| And if there’s time before I pull this trigger, oh Laura
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| Why don’t you tell me what he’s got that I ain’t got
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| Please, please, Laura tell me what he’s got that I ain’t got |