Laura, hold these hands and count my fingersLaura, touch these lips you once desiredLay your head upon my chest and hear my heartbeatGently run your fingers through my hairTouch these ears that listened to your wishesMost of them, fulfilled and that's a lotLet your soft gentle hands caress my bodyAnd then tell me what he's got that I ain't gotTell me what he's got that I can't give youMust be something I was born withoutYou took an awful chance to be with another manSo tell me what he's got that I ain't gotLaura, see these walls that I built for youLaura, see this carpet that I laidSee those fancy curtains on the windowsTouch those satin pillows on your bedLaura, count the dresses in your closetNote the name upon the checkbook in your bagAnd if there's time before I pull this triggerThen tell me what he's got that I ain't gotTell me what he's got that I can't give youMust be something I was born withoutYou took an awful chance to be with another manSo tell me what he's got that I ain't gotTell me what he's got that I ain't gotLaura, what's he got that I ain't got?
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Kenneth Donald Rogers (Houston, Texas; 21 de agosto de 1938-Sandy Springs, Georgia; 20 de marzo de 2020), conocido como Kenny Rogers, fue un cantautor y actor estadounidense, considerado una leyenda de la música country. Vendió más de 100 millones de discos…
