On the inside flap of a matchbook cover
She made me the kind of offer
No man in a weak state could have run from
I tried to think
What a gentleman would say
That's turning 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 have
said if he wasn't in love
With you the way I am
It would've been easy for me to be a goner
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 that old juke box
I said ñI want you to dance all night on me
In a lucky man's arms, whoever he might be
Then I hit that door like I was shot from a gun
Like no man in his wrong heart wouldÍve done
I said no ma'am
But something a whole lot stronger made me run
Like no man in his wrong heart would've done
Like no man in his wrong heart *Repeat and fade