Samsonite Man

Alicia Keys

Why you wanna do this
Over and over
Hmm, yeah
Mmm

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
It seems to come right from a song
Soon as you begin to feel secure, yeah
Turn around and he is gone, oh, oh

Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags, gotta go
He's a Samsonite man (mmm, mmm, mmm)
Mmm…

Maybe he is just a rolling stone
Wondering from here to there
Searching for a place to call his own
You wonder if he even cares
So many years of heartache and pain
Is all you seem to know him for
Is it you or is it he to blame
Whenever he walks out your door, oh, ooh, ooh

Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go (gotta go, gotta go)
Packin' his bags, gotta go (packin' your bags, gotta go)
He's a Samsonite man
Mmm…

Where you always runnin' to
Away from me

If the wind blows you in my direction
You come through to rendezvous
Forget about your good intentions
Leave me lonely and confused
Mr. Samsonite, pack a bag that is my suggestion
From here and out, you will be leaving
My discretion, yeah

Do-do-na-da-da
Said I know the game, baby
And it'll never be the same
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (no, no)
Cause now I got him

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 ya gotta go)
Packin' his bags, gotta go (cause I can't take it no more)
Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go (it's all I know him for)
Packin' his bags, gotta go
He's the 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
Gotta go, gotta go
Pack your bag, pack it up
Gotta go
Hit the road, Jack…