Laura hold these hands and count my fingers Laura touch these lips you once desired
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Lay your head upon my chest and hear my heart beat
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Gently run your fingers through my hair
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Touch these ears that's listened to your wishes most of them fullfilled and that's a lot
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Let your soft gentle hands caress my body 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 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 tell me what he's got that I ain't got
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Laura see these walls that I built for you Laura see this carpet that I layed
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See those fancy curtains on the windows 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 your 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 it must be something I was born without
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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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Laura tell me what he's got that I ain't got tell me what he's got that I ain't got
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Laura (what He's Got That I Ain't Got)
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| Hank Locklin |
