Samsenite man

Samsenite man Lyrics

I don't wanna do this.
Over and over.

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,
seems to come right from a song.
Soon as you begin to feel secure,
turn around and he is gone.

Packin' his bags,
gotta go, gotta go.
Packin' his bags,
gotta go.
He's a samsonite man.

Maybe he is just a rolling stone,
wandering from here to there.
Searching for a place to call his own,
wonder if he even cares.
So many years of heartaching pain,
is all you seem to know him for.
Is it you or isn't he to blame,
whenever he walks out your door.

Packin' his bags,
gotta go, gotta go.
Packin' his bags,
gotta go.
He's a samsonite man.

Where you always running to.
Away from me.

If the wind blows you in my direction,
will you come to rendevous.
Forget about your good intentions,
you leave me lonely and confused.
Mr. Samsonite pack a bag,
that is my suggestion.
From here on out you will believe in
my discretion.

Said I know the game baby,
and it'll never be the same,
cuz now I got him.

Packin' his bags,
gotta go, gotta go.
Packin' 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.