I ain't want to do this over
And over, yeah

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 intentions
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, yeah

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)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Alicia J Augello-Cook, Erika Rose