In Santa Monica, in the wintertime
The lazy streets, so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from
The coolest places on the promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty, so unavoidable
Everywhere you turn, it's there
I sit and wonder
What am I doing here?
But on the telephone line, I am anyone
I am anything I wanna be
I can be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference, or would you?
In Santa Monica, all the people got
Modern names, like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted
Something more than this
But on the telephone line, I am anyone
I am anything I wanna be
I can be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
So on the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I wanna be
I can be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference, or would you?
Would you?
On the telephone line, I am anyone
I am anything I wanna be
I can be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
So on the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I wanna be
I can be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference, or would you?
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