Verse: A# Dm In Santa Monica, in the wintertime Gm F7 A# The la - zy streets so undemanding Dm Gm F7 I walk into the crowd A# In Santa Monica Dm Gm D# A# You get your coffee from the coolest places on the promenade Dm Gm D# F7 Where people dress just so Dm D# Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn itʼs there Dm D# I sit and wonder what am I doing here? Chorus: A# F7 D# F7 But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be Gm F7 I can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer D# And you wouldnʼt know the difference Or would you? A# Dm Gm F7 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?
