On the inside flap of a matchbook cover
She made me the kind of offer
That no man in a weak state could outrun
I tried to think what a gentleman would say
Turnin` that kind of opportunity away
I tried my best to tell her I`m not the right one
Like no man in his wrong heart would`ve done
I said no ma`am
Like no man would`ve said if he wasn`t in love
With you the way I am
It could`ve been easy for me to be a gooner
But something a whole lot stronger made me run
Like no man in his wrong heart would`ve done.
Didn`t want her to think that I wasn`t flattered
Her interest in me, believe me it mattered
So I dropped several quarters in the old jukebox
I said I want you to dance all night on me
In a lucky man`s arrms
Whoever he might be
Then I hit that door like I was shot from a gun
Like no man in his wrong heart would`ve done