Laura, hold these hands and count my fingers Laura, touch these lips you once desired 
Lay your head upon my chest, hear my heartbeat 
Gently run your fingers through my hair 

Mmm, 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 
And then 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 
You took an awful chance to be with another man 
So tell me what he's got that I ain't got 

Laura, see these walls that 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 

Oh, yes tell me what he's got that I can't give you 
Well, 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