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?

[repeat]