- 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 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?
