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 In Santa Monica,  the wintertime,
 The lazy streets  undemanding
 I walk into the 
 In Santa Monica, you  your coffee from
 The coolest places on  promenade
 Where people dress  so
 Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere  turn
 It's there.
 I sit and wonder  am I doing here?
 
 But on the telephone line I  anyone
 I am anything I want to 
 I could be a super  or Norman Mailer
 And you wouldn't  the difference
 Or would you?
 
 In Santa Monica, all the people got  names
 Like  or Mandy
 And modern  too
  Santa Monica, on the boulevard,
 You'll have to dodge those  skaters
 Or  knock you down
 I  felt so lonely,
 Never felt so  of place
 I never wanted something more  this
 
 But on  telephone line I am anyone
 I am anything I want to 
 I could  a super model or Norman Mailer
 And you  know the difference
 On the telephone  I am any height
  am any age I want to be
 I could be a  crusader, or space invader
  you wouldn't know the difference
 Or would you?
 
 Or would you?
 
 But on  telephone line I am anyone
 I  anything I want to be
 I could be a  model or Norman Mailer
 And  wouldn't know the difference
 On the telephone line, I am  height
 I  any age I want to be
 I could be a caped crusader,  space invader
 And you  know the difference
 Or would you?