In Santa Monica, in the winter time
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the craawd
In Santa Monica, you get your
caffee from
The coolest places on the promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unaiodable,everywhere
you tum
It's there
I sit and wonder what am I
doing here?
But on the telephone line I
am anyone
I am anthing 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
medern names
like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard
you'll have to godge those
in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
in 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 anthing I want to be
I could be a super model or
Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
But on the telephone line I
am anyone
I am anthing I want to be
I could be a super model or
Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
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