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