SANTA MONICA

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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 unaviodable.

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 wanna 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've 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 wanna be.

I could be a supermodel,

or Norman Mailer and you wouldn't know the difference.

'Cept on the telephone line I am any height,

I am any age I wanna 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 wanna be.

I could be a supermodel,

or Norman Mailer and you wouldn't know the difference.

'Cept on the telephone line I am any height,

I am any age,

I wanna be.

I could be a caped crusader,

or space invader and you wouldn't know the difference.

Or would you?

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