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 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?
    [repeat]