Santa Monica
Savage Garden
In Santa Monica, in the winter time
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?
Coz on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I wanna be
I can 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've got to dodge those inline 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
Coz on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I wanna be
I can be a supermodel, or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Coz on the telephone line I am any height
I am any age I wanna be
I can be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
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