[Verse 1]
The art of poetry
Actually just somebody
Who used their orbs to ponder another
Who put the doom in mood
Who recognised the moon
And struck by a familiarity, pointed a finger and said

[Chorus]
Oh my god, that's so me (OMG, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (OMG, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (OMG, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (OMG, that's so me)

Oh my god, that's so me (OMG, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (OMG, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (OMG, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (OMG, that's so me)

Oh my god, that's so me (Oh my god, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (Oh my god, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (Oh my god, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (Oh my god, that's so me)

Oh my god, that's so me (Oh my god, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (Oh my god, that's so me)
Oh my god, that's so me (Oh my god, that's so mе)
Oh my god, that's so me
Who's got a pen?