

Prompt / Lyrics
[Four bars of bright synth pads, clean guitar upstrokes, and a LinnDrum drum machine sound — think The Cure meets No Doubt.] [Phone dial tone. Beeping — one number at a time.] [Aimee (spoken, perky, like a telemarketer):] "Hello? Oh, hi, Momma! Yeah, it's me. No — no, I sound different because — Well — I'm wearing someone else's face." [Phone clicks. Synth hits one bright, major chord. Band enters — bouncy, cheerful, irresistible.] --- [Verse 1 Sung — bright, poppy] [Aimee, high and sweet, with synth bass bubbling underneath] I met a man today He was walking the wrong way I said "excuse me, sir, you're in my spot" He said "I don't see your name" — I said "you forgot" So I wrote it down In a permanent way On his forehead With a rusty display [Synth horn — bright, fake, glorious] Now he's sleeping And I'm borrowing his face Don't worry, Momma I'm winning first place --- [Chorus Huge, catchy, undeniable] [Aimee:] HI, MOMMA! HI, MOMMA! [Synth choir:] (HI, MOMMA!) [Aimee:] I put on his face just to say [Choir:] (TO SAY!) [Aimee:] Happy birthday — did I miss it? [Choir:] (DID SHE?) [Aimee:] I'm sorry — I was busy getting fitted [Aimee:] HI, MOMMA! HI, MOMMA! [Choir:] (HI, MOMMA!) [Aimee:] He had a lovely smile — now it's mine [Choir:] (NOW IT'S HERS!) [Aimee:] Don't you want to see it? [Choir:] (SEE IT!) [Aimee:] I'll send a picture — well, half of it — the rest is in a pile [Synth plays a cheerful, ascending melody — like a children's TV show theme] --- [Verse 2 Even perkier] He had a dog named Lucky I think Lucky's on the wall now He had a wife named Becky I think Becky's in the hall now Don't worry, Momma I was very polite I said "excuse the mess" And "you have lovely light" [Guitar plays a bright, jangly arpeggio] The face fits better than my last one That one was too tight This one breathes better And it doesn't bite [Aimee giggles — cute, not creepy] --- [Chorus Repeat] --- [Bridge Tempo drops — 80s power ballad moment] [Synth pads, reverb-drenched drums, Aimee singing earnestly] [Aimee (sung, almost sincere):] I know you said "be careful who you trust" I know you said "don't wear someone's skin" But Momma, you don't understand This one invited me in [Pause. Synth holds one chord.] [Aimee (spoken, confused):] "Well, he didn't say no. That's the same thing, right?" [Aimee (bright again):] "RIGHT!" [Full band crashes back in — even bouncier] --- [Synth Solo (8 bars)] [Cheesy, 80s synth solo — think hot pink saxophone sound, but played on a keyboard with the pitch bend wheel glued on.] --- [Chorus repeat again] --- [Outro Phone call ends] [Band drops out. Just Aimee and a single synth note.] [Aimee (spoken, into the phone, still perky):] "Anyway, Momma, I gotta go. The face is starting to — You know — settle. Love you! Bye!" [Phone hangs up. Dial tone.] [Then, distant, muffled — Aimee, to someone in the room:] "She bought it."
Tags
80s Ska, New Wave, Tempo: 140 BPM (bouncy, danceable, synth-driven) Key: E major (bright, cheerful), female
4:06
No
4/9/2026