Santa Monica

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 

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? 

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