In Santa Monica, in the wintertime, 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?