Samsonite Man

I don't wanna do this over and over ooooh... aah.
 He's a man so full of style and grace
 Any woman being impressed
 Takes a smile and paints it on your face
 Makes you feel like you've been blessed
 Promises things so special
 Seems to com right from a song
 Soon as you begin to feel secure
 Turn around and he is gone ooohh
 Packing his bags, gotta go, gotta go
 Packing his bags, gotta go
 He's a samsonite man mmmh
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 Maybe he is just a rolling stone
 Wandering from here to there
 Searching for a place to call his home
 Wonder if he even cares
 So many years of hearache and pain
 That's all you seem to know him for
 It's you, or is it he to blame?
 Whenever he walks out your door ooooh
 Packing his bags, gotta go, gotta go
 Packing his bags, gotta go
 He's a samsonite man mmmh
 Where you're always running to, away from me
 If the wind blows you in my direction
 You'd come through the rendezvous
 Forget about your good attention
 Leave me lonely and confused
 Mr. samsonite pack a bag
 That is my suggestion
 From here on out you will be leaving
 My distraction yeah du du da da
 So I know the game baby
 And it will 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, gotta go
 Packing his bags, gotta go, gotta go
 Now you gotta go
 Packing his bags, gotta go
 I can't take it no more
 Packing his bags, gotta go, gotta go
 What do I love him for
 Packing his bags, gotta go
 He's a samsonite man
 Why don't you just go
 Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, whoah woah yeah yeah
 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
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 Pack your bag, pack it up
 Gotta go, hit the road jack
 You ain't gotta go home, but you 㧡n get the hell outta here