Samsonite Man

I ain't want to do this over And over, yea He's a man so full of style and grace Any woman'd be impressed Takes a smile and paints it on your face Makes you feel like you've been blessed Promises things so special Receives a comment from my soul Soon as you begin to feel secure Turn around and he is gone oh oh Packing his bags gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags gotta go He's a Samsonite Man Maybe he is just a rolling stone Wondering from here to there Searching for a face to call his own Wonder if he even cares So many years of heartache and pain That's all you seem to know him for Is it you or is it he to blame? Whenever he walks out your door Packing his bags gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags gotta go He's a Samsonite Man Where you always running to? Oh, wait for me, if the wind blows you in my direction Can you come through to Rendezvous Forget about your good attentions You leave me lonely and confused Mr. Samsonite pack a bag that is my suggestion From here on out you will be leaving It's my discretion yea Said I know the game baby And it'll 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 Packing his bags gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags gotta go (I can't take it no more) Packing his bags gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags gotta go He's a Samsonite Man Why don't you just go 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 ya bags Pack it up Gotta go, it the road Jack You ain't got to go home but you gotta get out of here)