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 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 I must 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 Yeah, it's just a...phase And I am waiting for it to be over too