in santa monica, in the winter time,
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 supermodel 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 supermodel 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?