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