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?
Yea it´s just a phase...it will be over soon
Yea it´s just a phase...yea it´s just a....phase
Call it women´s intuition, but I think I´m onto something here
Temporaryism has been the black plague and the Jesus of our age
I know I must sound opinionated, maybe biased and quite possibly jaded
But sooner than later they´ll be throwing quarters at you on stage
Who are you? When will you be through?
Yea it´s just a phase...it will be over soon
Yea it´s just a phase...yea it´s just a....phase and I´m waiting for it to be over too