I am bottled fizzy water
And you were 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 youre
Singing and thinking how well
Youve got it made
Who are you?
And will you be through
Yeah, its just a phase
It will be over soon
Yeah, its just a phase
Yeah, its just a phase

Call it womens intuition
But I think im
Onto something here
Temporaryism has been
The black plague
And the jesus of our age
I know that
I sound opinionated
May be biased and
Quite possibly jaded
But sooner than later
Theyll be throwing quarters
At you on the stage

Who are you?
And will you be through
Yeah, its just a phase
It will be over soon
Yeah, its just a phase
Yeah, its just a phase

And I am waiting for
It to be over too