Interpret:

Alicia Keys

Album:

The Diary of Alicia Keys

I don't wanna do this over and over 


(verse 1) 
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 


(chorus) 
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go 
Packing his bags,gotta go 
He's a Samsonite Man 


(verse 2) 
Maybe he is just a rollin stone 
Wandering from here to there(rollin) 
Searching for a place to call his home 
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 


(chorus) 
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go 
Packing his bags,gotta go 
He's a Samsonite Man 


Where you're always running to, away from me? 


(bridge) 
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 on out you will be leaving 
To my discretion yeah 
So I know the game baby 
And it will never be the same (no no no no no) 
cause now I got him 


(chorus) 
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 (It's all I know him for) 
Packing his bags,gotta go 
He's a Samsonite Man 


Why don't you just go 
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, woah 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 


Pack your bag, pack it up 
Gotta go, hit the road Jack 
You ain't gotta go home, but you can get the hell outta here