I want to be tantamount to cordial
Tantamount to good
I want to be a warm and friendly person
But I don't know how to do it
She can't make it to her car
Without making a new friend
She's a small-town superstar
Everybody hollering her name
She's making friends, I'm turning stranger
The people on her end couldn't make it plainer
Sometimes I wish we'd never came here
Seeing as I'm held in such disdain here
She's making friends, I'm turning stranger
I see lots of normal men yearning to obtain her
I'm a loser, she's a gainer
That's one thing of which they're dang sure
She's out with her friends
And really, I can't blame her
'Cause when she's home again
She's always still the same her
God knows I'd never try to change her
She's my friend and I'm her stranger
She's making friends, and I'm turning stranger
She's making friends, and I'm turning stranger
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