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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 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 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
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