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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 From Letras Mania