Laura, hold these hands and count my fingers Laura, touch these lips you once desired Lay your head upon my chest and hear my heartbeat Gently run your fingers through my hair 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 Why don't you tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Tell me what he's got that I can't give you I said, it must be something I was born without You took an awful chance to be with another man Why don't you tell me what he's got that I ain't got
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 Oh Laura, why don't you tell me what he's got and I ain't got Oh, tell me what he's got and I ain't got Please, please, tell me what he's got and I ain't gotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
