Текст песни Savage Garden - Santa Monica
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Текст песни Savage Garden - Santa Monica
In Santa Monica, in the winter timeThe lazy streets so undemandingI walk into the crowdIn Santa Monica, you get your coffee fromThe coolest places on the promenadeWhere people dress just so( )Beauty so unavoidableEverywhere you turn, it's thereI sit and wonderwhat am I doing here?But on the telephone lineI am anyone, I am anything I want to beI could be a supermodelOr Norman MailerAnd you wouldn't know the differenceOr would you?In Santa Monica, all the people got modern namesLike Jake or MandyAnd modern bodies tooIn Santa Monica, on the boulevardYou'll have to dodge those in line skatersOr they'll knock you downI never felt so lonelyNever felt so out of placeI never wanted something more than thisBut on the telephone lineI am anyone, I am anything I want to beI could be a supermodelOr Norman MailerAnd you wouldn't know the differenceSee, on the telephone lineI am any height, I am any age I want to beI could be a caped crusader, or space invaderAnd you wouldn't know the differenceOr would you?Or would you?