2 acessos
A C#m In Santa Monica, in the wintertime F#m E A The la - zy streets so undemanding C#m F#m E I walk into the crowd A In Santa Monica C#m F#m D A You get your coffee from the coolest places on the promenade C#m F#m D E Where people dress just so C#m7 D Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn it's there C#m7 D I sit and wonder what am I doing here? Chorus: A E D E But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be F#m E I can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer D And you wouldn't know the difference Or would you? A C#m F#m E 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