I am bottled, fizzy water, and you are shaking me up

You are a fingernail, runnin' down the chalkboard

I thought I left in third grade

Now my only, consolation, is that this could not last forever

Even though you're singin' and thinkin'

How well you've got it made



Who are you?

When will you be through?



Yeah, it's just a phase, it will be over soon

Yeah, it's just a phase

Yeah, it's just a phase



Call it women's intuition but I think I'm on to something here

Temporaryism has been the black plague

And the Jesus of our age

I know that I sound opinionated, maybe biased

And quite possibly jaded

But sooner than later

They'll be throwin' quarters at you on stage



Who are you?

When will you be through?



Yeah, it's just a phase, 

and i wanting for it to be over soon

Yeah, 

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Ooh, ooh...