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 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 madam 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 arms 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 