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

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
And I'm waiting for it to be over too