Samsonite Man

I don't wanna do this over and over ooooh... aah. He's a man so full of style and grace Any woman being impressed Takes a smile and paints it on your face Makes you feel like you've been blessed Promises things so special Seems to com right from a song Soon as you begin to feel secure Turn around and he is gone ooohh Packing his bags, gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags, gotta go He's a samsonite man mmmh Maybe he is just a rolling stone Wandering from here to there Searching for a place to call his home Wonder if he even cares So many years of hearache and pain That's all you seem to know him for It's you, or is it he to blame? Whenever he walks out your door ooooh Packing his bags, gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags, gotta go He's a samsonite man mmmh Where you're always running to, away from me If the wind blows you in my direction You'd come through the rendezvous Forget about your good attention Leave me lonely and confused Mr. samsonite pack a bag That is my suggestion From here on out you will be leaving My distraction yeah du du da da So I know the game baby And it will never be the same no no no no no no no Cause now I got him Packing his bags, gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags, gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags, gotta go, gotta go Now you gotta go Packing his bags, gotta go I can't take it no more Packing his bags, gotta go, gotta go What do I love him for Packing his bags, gotta go He's a samsonite man Why don't you just go Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, whoah woah yeah yeah You can't hurt me no more baby You can't touch me You can't hurt me no more baby Gotta go, gotta go Pack your bag, pack it up Gotta go, hit the road jack You ain't gotta go home, but you 㧡n get the hell outta here