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
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
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...yea it's just a....phase
Yea it's just a phase...it will be over soon
Yea it's just a phase...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
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
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...yea it's just a....
Yea it's just a phase...it will be over soon
Yea it's just a phase...yea it's just a....
phase and I'm waiting for it to be over too.
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