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 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 inline 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

See, 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?

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

See, 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?