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 In  Monica, in the wintertime,
 The lazy streets  undemanding
  walk into the crowd
 In Santa Monica,  get your coffee from
 The  places on the promenade
 Where  dress just so
 Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere  turn
 It's there.
 I sit and wonder what am I  here?
 
 But on the telephone  I am anyone
  am anything I want to be.
 I could be a super model or  Mailer
  you wouldn't know the difference
 Or would you?
 
  Santa Monica, all the people got modern names
 Like Jake or 
 And modern  too
 In  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 never  something more than this
 
 But on the  line I am anyone
 I  anything I want to be
 I could  a super model or Norman Mailer
 And you wouldn't  the difference
  the telephone line, I am any height
 I am any age I want  be
 I could be a caped crusader,  space invader
 And you wouldn't  the difference
 Or would you?
 
 Or would you?
 
 But on the telephone line I am 
 I am  I want to be
 I could be a super model or  Mailer
  you wouldn't know the difference
 On the telephone  I am any height
 I am  age I want to be
 I could be a caped  or space invader
 And  wouldn't know the difference
 Or would you?