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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 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 and most of them fullfilled that's a lot |
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Let your soft gentle hands caress my body then tell me what he's got that |
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I ain't got |
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Tell me what he's got that |
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I can't give you it must be something |
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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 |
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I ain't got |
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Laura see these walls that |
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I built for you |
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Laura see this carpet that |
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I layed 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 note the name upon the checkbook in your bag |
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And if there's time before |
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I pull the trigger |
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Then tell me what he's got that |
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I ain't got |
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Tell me what he's got... |
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Laura tell me what he's got that |
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I ain't got |
