Laura (with Michel Legrand & His Orchestra)

Laura, hold these hands and count my fingers

Laura, touch these lips you once desired

Lay your head upon my chest, hear my heartbeat

Gently run your fingers through my hair

Mm, 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

And then 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

You took an awful chance to be with another man

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

Laura, see these walls that I built for you

Laura, see this carpet that I laid

See those fancy curtains on the windows

Touch those 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

Oh, yes tell me what he's got that I can't give you

Well, it must be something I was born without

And if there's time before I pull this trigger

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

Laura, tell me what he's got that I ain't got

Laura, tell me what he's got