I don't do this Over and
He's a man so full of style and Any be impressed Takes a smile and paints it on your Makes you feel like you've blessed Promises things so Sees it comin' from a as you begin to feel secure, yea Turn around and he is
Packin' his bags, gotta go, go Packin' his bags, go a Samsonite man
Maybe he is a rollin' stone Wanderin' from to there Searching for a place to his home Wonder if he even So years of heartache and pain Is all you seem to him for Is it you or is it he to Whenever he walks out your
his bags, gotta go, gotta go Packin' his bags, go a Samsonite man
Where you're always runnin' to, from me? If the blows you in my direction You through to rendezvous Forget your good intentions Leave me lonely and Mister pack a bag is my suggestion From here on out you be leavin' To my discretion, yea
So I know the game And it will never be the No, no no no no now I got him
Packin' his bags, go, gotta go his bags, gotta go, gotta go Packin' his bags, gotta go, go (Now you go) his bags, gotta go (I can't it no more) his bags, gotta go, gotta go (It's all I him for) Packin his bags, go He's a man
Why don't you go? Yea yea, yea yea, woa woa, yea yea You can't me no more, baby You touch me You can't me no more, baby Gotta go, go
{Pack your bag, it up go, hit the road, Jack You ain't go home}