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