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