If I Can't Trust You With A Little Quarter (How Can I Trust You With My Heart?)

It was cold Thursday night in January
 When I first met you at the bar
 We'd been smoking our cigarettes with the heater on
 Listening to Elvis in my car
 Well the place was pretty empty
 I worked on my second rum and Pepsi
 Just longing for the sound of a sad country song
 When you moved a little closer
 I had no intention of saying "no sir"
 Then you asked my for a quarter
 That's when it all went wrong
 You know I'm a jukebox honey
 But I ain't got much money
 Said you had song that you wanted to hear so I gave my change to you
 When I heard that jukebox start I knew the cupid's dart had missed its mark
 If I can't trust you with a quarter how can I trust you with my heart?
 It was still another week til payday
 And I had a big old pile of laundry to do
 I'd been saving my quarters for a wash and dry
 But like a fool I gave them all to you
 Well they say a decent man is hard to find
 When your taste in music is as good as mine
 And I just could not ignore what I already knew
 When you said you'd never heard of John Prine
 Well I knew right away you weren't worth my time
 And I'm sorry to say hon before we'd begun
 We were already through
 You can call me stubborn you can call me a snob
 You can even call me downright mean
 But I've got the finest record collection
 That you've ever seen