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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 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
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 space 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 space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you