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 supermodel 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 supermodel 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 would know the difference
       Or would you