| Lyrics: | Verse 1)
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?
(Chorus)
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?
(Verse 2)
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
(Chorus)
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 |
