Samsonite man

Samsonite man Lyrics

*~Music starts up~*
I don't wanna do this
Over...and over
Hmmph
Yeah
Ahhhhh

Verse:
He's a man so full of style and grace
Any woman be impressed
Takes a smile and paints in on your face
Makes you feel like you've been blessed
Promises things so special
Seems to come right from a song
As soon as you'll begin to feel secure[as soon as you'll begin to feel secure(yeah)]
You turn around and he is gone(oh-oh)

Chorus:
Packin his bags
Gotta go gotta go
(gotta go)
Packin his bags
Gotta go
(gotta go)
He's a samsonite man

(hums)

Verse:
Maybe he is just a rollin stone
Wonderin from here to there(man's voice:rollin)
Searchin for a place to call his own
You wonder if he even cares[does he even care]
So many years of heartache and pain
Is all you seem to know him for
Is it you or is it he to blame?[is it you or is it he to blame?]
Whenever he walks out your door(ohhhh)

Chorus:
Packin his bags
Gotta go gotta go(gotta go gotta go)
Packin his bags(packin your bags)
Gotta go(gotta go)
He's a samsonite man

(hums)

Where you always runnin to...
Away from me?

Verse:
If the wind blows you in my direction
And you come through to rendevu
Forget about your good intentions[forget about your good intentions]
Leave me lonely and confused
Mr. Samsonite, pack a bag
That is my suggestion
From here on out you will be leavin[from here on out you will be leavin]
At my discression

YEAH!
(do do dun dun)
Said I know the game
BABY!
And it will never be the same
(no-9times)
Cause now I got him

Chorus:
Packin his bags
Gotta go gotta go
(gotta go)

Packin his bags
Gotta go
(gotta go gotta go)

Packin his bags
Gotta go gotta go
(now you gotta go)

Packin his bags
Gotta go
(I can't take this it no more!)

Packin his bags
Gotta go
(It's all I know him for!)
Packin his bags
Gotta go
He's a samsonite man

Why don't you just go
(yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, whoa-whoa, yeah-yeah)
You can't hurt me no more, baby
You can't touch me
You can't hurt me no more, baby
(you can't hurt me no more, baby)

Gotta go gotta go

*Song starts to fade*
Pack ya bags
Pack it up
Gotta go
Hit the road Jack!

You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell outta here!