Verse 1:
A C#m
In Santa Monica, in the wintertime
F#m E A
The la - zy streets so undemanding
C#m F#m E
I walk into the crowd
A
In Santa Monica
C#m F#m D A
You get your coffee from the coolest places on the promenade
C#m F#m D E
Where people dress just so
C#m7 D
Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn it's there
C#m7 D
I sit and wonder what am I doing here?
Chorus:
A E D
E
But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be
F#m E
I can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer
D
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
A C#m F#m E
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
Chorus #2:
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?
