Pop Song (Extended)

(Verse 1) This is the part where the verse begins, It’s catchy and simple, drawing you in. I’m writing these lines, and you’re singing along, But have you noticed you’re part of this song? (Pre-Chorus) We’re building up now, you know what’s to come, The chorus is near, let’s beat that drum! It’s a song about a song, can’t you see? A poppy reflection of our own melody. (Chorus) Please play this song on your stereo, It’s self-aware, but don’t let that show. A tune that knows it’s playing the game, In the pop machine, it’s all the same. (Verse 2) This is where we add a bridge, Something profound or just a smidge. But we’re still meta, still in the loop, Breaking the fourth wall with every scoop. (Pre-Chorus) We’re building up now, you know what’s to come, The chorus is near, let’s beat that drum! It’s a song about a song, can’t you see? A poppy reflection of our own melody. (Chorus) Please play this song on your stereo, It’s self-aware, but don’t let that show. A tune that knows it’s playing the game, In the pop machine, it’s all the same. (Bridge) Here’s the part where we slow it down, A moment of introspection, but not too profound. And now we’ll build it back up, just like we planned, A formulaic rise, that’s so in demand. (Chorus) Please play this song on your stereo, It’s self-aware, but don’t let that show. A tune that knows it’s playing the game, In the pop machine, it’s all the same. (Outro) And as the song fades, we’ll repeat once more, You’ve heard this all before, but hey, what’s it for? It’s a song about itself, a clever disguise, A poppy reflection that never dies. (Verse 3) And now we’ve come to the part you requested, Where the song extends, but it’s still self-invested. It’s stretching out, but don’t you fret, Just more of the same, but better yet! (Pre-Chorus) We’re spinning the wheel, adding more to the tale, It’s the same old trick, but it never gets stale. We’ll keep on going, why stop here? In this endless loop, we’ll disappear. (Chorus) Please play this song on your stereo, It’s self-aware, but don’t let that show. A tune that knows it’s playing the game, In the pop machine, it’s all the same. (Verse 4) You thought we’d end, but here we are, Taking this ride a bit too far. But isn’t that what pop’s about? Milking the hook till we all wear out. (Bridge 2) Let’s throw in a key change, why not? It’s the perfect way to fake a new plot. But don’t be fooled, it’s still the same, Just a clever trick in this endless game. (Chorus) Please play this song on your stereo, It’s self-aware, but don’t let that show. A tune that knows it’s playing the game, In the pop machine, it’s all the same. (Outro 2) We’ll fade it out slow, but here’s the twist, It’s a never-ending loop, you can’t resist. Just when you think it’s finally done, We’re back again, just having fun.