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Santa Monica - Savage Garden
Lyrics by:Daniel Jones/Darren Hayes
Composed by:Daniel Jones/Darren Hayes
Produced by:Savage Garden
In Santa Monica in the wintertime
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
But 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 move
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
But 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
See 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
Or would you
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
See on the telephone line I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I can be a caped crusader or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you