Текст песни
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
The 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
