Santa Monica

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 can 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 can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer
 And you wouldn't know the difference
 See, on the telephone line I am any height
 I am any age I want to be
 I can be a caped crusader, or space invader
 And you wouldn't know the difference
 Or would you?
 Or would you?
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 But on the telephone line I am anyone
 I am anything I want to be
 I can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer
 And you wouldn't know the difference
 See, on the telephone line I am any height
 I am any age I want to be
 I can be a caped crusader, or space invader
 And you wouldn't know the difference
 Or would you?