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