I am bottled fizzy water

And you are shaking me up

You are a fingernail running

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 singing and thinking 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 bad thing

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 throwing quarters at you on the stage

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

And I am waiting for it to be over too