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      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, it will be over soon   Yeah, it's just a phase   And I'm waiting for it to be over soon, yeah      Oh yeah, oh yeah   Oh yeah, oh yeah   Oh yeah, oh yeah   Ooh, ooh