Too Many People

	I sometimes think that
	I'm too many people
	Too many people, too many people
	I sometimes think that
	I'm too many people
	Too many people, too many people at once
	The husband or the hedonist
	The businessman or the communist
	The artist or the showbiz creep
	The lover or the nervous geek
	The question of identity is one that's always haunted me
	Whoever I decide to be depends on who is with me
	I sometimes think that
	I'm too many people
	Too many people, too many people
	I sometimes think that
	I'm too many people
	Too many people, too many people at once
	The tactless twit putting his foot in it
	Or the sensitive soul who's a role model
	The urban jet setter, never at home
	Or the country recluse, just leave me alone
	Extrovert or introvert, love is kind, and love hurts
	Rebellion or conformity, what is my identity?
	I sometimes think that
	I'm too many people
	Too many people, too many people
	I sometimes think that
	I'm too many people
	Too many people, too many people at once
	The intellectual and bon viveur
	Or the naive simpleton, so immature
	A devoted son and family man
	Or the wicked uncle who doesn't give a damn
	How often these have tempted me?
	The question of identity, depends on what
	I'm meant to be
	I sometimes think that
	I'm too many people
	Too many people, too many people
	I sometimes think that
	I'm too many people
	Too many people, too many people at once
	I sometimes think that
	I'm too many people
	Too many people, too many people
	I sometimes think that
	I'm too many people
	Too many people, too many people at once