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Verse 1

In Santa Monica, in the wintertime

The la - zy 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?

Chorus

But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be

I can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer

And you wouldn't know the difference

Or would you?

Ooh......

Verse 2

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