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
(Ooh)
Packing his bags(Gotta go, gotta go)
Packing his bags
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)
Packing his bags(Gotta go, gotta go)
Packing his bags(Gotta go)
He's a Samsonite Man
Where you always running to?
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 is my suggestion
From here on out you will be leaving
Its my discretion yea
Said I know the game baby
And It'll never be the same
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)
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
Hit the road Jack
You ain't got to go home but you gotta get out of here
