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