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...