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.]
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[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
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[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]
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[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]
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[Chorus Repeat]
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[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]
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[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.]
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[Chorus repeat again]
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[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."
Style
80s skanew wavetempo: 140 bpm (bouncydanceablesynth-driven)
key: e major (brightcheerful)femaleenglish
Credits
Prompt by
AshePoalumu
AshePoalumuGeneratedApr 9, 2026
ModelZona