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)