Verse: B D#m In Santa Monica, in the wintertime G#m F#7 B The la - zy streets so undemanding D#m G#m F#7 I walk into the crowd B In Santa Monica D#m G#m E B You get your coffee from the coolest places on the promenade D#m G#m E F#7 Where people dress just so D#m E Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn itʼs there D#m E I sit and wonder what am I doing here? Chorus: B F#7 E F#7 But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be G#m F#7 I can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer E And you wouldnʼt know the difference Or would you? B D#m G#m F#7 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?
