Standard (EADGBE)
Verse 1
In Santa Monica, in the wintertime
The la - zy 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?
Chorus
But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be
I can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
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