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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 hear my heartbeat |
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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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And 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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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 tell me what he's got that I ain't got |
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Laura, see these walls that I built for you |
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Laura, see this carpet that I laid |
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See those fancy curtains on the windows |
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Touch those satin pillows on your bed |
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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 |
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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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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 tell me what he's got that I ain't got |
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Tell me what he's got that I ain't got |
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Laura, what's he got that I ain't got? |
