Laura [What's He Got That I Ain't Got]

Laura, hold my hands, count my fingers

Laura, touch the lips you once desired

Lay your head upon my chest and hear my heartbeat

Gently run your fingers through my hair

Touch the ears that's listened to your wishes

Most of them fulfilled, and that's a lot

Let your soft gentle hands touch me, Laura

And 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

Laura, see these walls that I built for you

Laura, see this carpet that I laid

See those fancy curtains on your window

Touch the 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

Tell me what he's got that I can't give you

Must be something I was born without

You took an awful chance to be with another man

Now tell me what he's got that I ain't got

Tell me what he's got that I ain't got

• Artist:Marty Robbins