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