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 want to be

I could 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 want to be

I could be a super model
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 s___e invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

Or would you?

But on the telephone line
I am anyone
I am anything
I want to be

I could be a super model
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 s___e invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

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