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