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?

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?