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 in line skaters
Or they'll knock you down.
I've never felt so lonely, never felt so out of place
I've 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
Or would you?
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?
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? |
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