I thought I left in third grade
Now my only, consolation is that this could not last forever
Yeah, it's just a phase, yeah, it's just a phase
And the Jesus of our age
And I know that I sound opinionated, maybe biased
Yeah, it's just a phase, it will be over soon
Call it a women's intuition, but I think I'm on to something here
Who are you and when will you be through?
Even though you're singing and thinking
How well you've got it made
And quite possibly jaded but sooner than later
Temporaryism has been the black plague
They'll be throwing quarters at you, on the stage
Yeah, it's just a phase, it will be over soon
Who are you and when will you be through?
