Lyrics:

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
Least forever even though you're singing and thinking
How well you got it made

Who are you when will you be through

{yeah its just a phase… it will be over soon…
{yeah its just a phase and I'm waiting for
{it to be over too

Call it ‘women's' intuition but I think I'm on to
Something here temporayism 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 then later
They'll be throwing quarters at you on stage

Who are you when will you be through

{yeah its just a phase… it will be over soon…
{yeah its just a phase and I'm waiting for
{it to be over too

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
Least forever even though you're singing and thinking
How well you got it made

Who are you when will you be through

{yeah its just a phase… it will be over soon…
{yeah its just a phase and I'm waiting for
{it to be over too

Call it ‘women's' intuition but I think I'm on to
Something here temporayism 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 then later
They'll be throwing quarters at you on stage

Who are you when will you be through

{yeah its just a phase… it will be over soon…
{yeah its just a phase and I'm waiting for
{it to be over too