Verse: G# Cm In Santa Monica, in the wintertime Fm D# G# The la - zy streets so undemanding Cm Fm D# I walk into the crowd G# In Santa Monica Cm Fm C# G# You get your coffee from the coolest places on the promenade Cm Fm C# D# Where people dress just so Cm7 C# Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn itʼs there Cm7 C# I sit and wonder what am I doing here? Chorus: G# D# C# D# But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be Fm D# I can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer C# And you wouldnʼt know the difference Or would you? G# Cm Fm D# Ooh... Verse: In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names like Jake or Mandy And modern bodies too In Santa Monica, on the boulevard Youʼll have to dodge those in-line skaters Or theyʼll knock you down I never felt so lonely Never felt so out of place I never wanted something more than this Chorus: 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 wouldnʼt 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 wouldnʼt know the difference Or would you?
