I need far more than one pathetic life.
One trip's not enough from crib to tombstone.
I need the one in which you are my wife.
I need the one in which I live alone.
I need a spare one, just in case I fall
In love with someone else, as well as you.
Need one for Peter, yes, and one for Paul.
And all these lives should be concurrent too.
One in which I'm rich. One in which I'm poor.
One to tread the path of least resistance,
And one to make decisions by the score.
I'm not happy with just one existence.
Especially this one, in which I find
It's so very hard to make up my mind.