I am bottled fizzy water

And you were shaking me up

You are a fingernail running

Down the chalkboard I thought I've lefted 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...



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 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!!



And I am waiting for it to be over too