Santa Monica

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 supermodel

or Norman Mailer

And you wouldn't know the diference

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 then this

But on the telephone line

I am anyone ,I am anything

I want to be

I could be a supermodel

or Norman Mailer

And you wouldn't know the diference

See , 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 do?

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