Santa Monica
In santa monica in the winter time
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In santa monica you get yourCoffee from
The coolest places on the
PromenadeWhere people dress just so
Beauty so unavoidable everywhere
You turnIt’s there
I sit and wonder what am iDoing here
But on the telephone line i
Am anyoneI am anything
I want to beI could be a super model
orNorman mailer
And you wouldn’t know the
DifferenceOr would you
In santa monica all the people got
Modern namesLike 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 thisBut on the telephone line i
Am anyoneI am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or
Norman mailerAnd you wouldn’t know the
DifferenceOn the telephone line
I amAny heightI am any age
I want to beI could be a caped crusader or
Space invader
And you wouldn’t know
The differenceOr would you
Andrea Yim
1:16 AM
