I am bottled fizzy water
And you were 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?
And 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