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?