On the inside flap of a matchbook cover
She made me the kind of offer
No man in a weak state could outrun
I tried to think what a gentleman would say
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'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 an 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 heat gun
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

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 
Like no man in his wrong heart would've done

Like no man in his wrong heart 
Like no man in his wrong heart 
Like no man 
Like no man