In Santa Monica in the winter time 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 want to be I could be a supermodel 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 want to be I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer And you wouldn`t know the difference On the telephone line, I am any height I am any age I want to be I could be a caped crusader, or space invader And you would know the difference Or would you?
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