[Technical sheet / Suno prompt] [STYLE: Hyper-Indie / Cute-Rave / Bedroom-Dance] [TEMPO: 122 BPM] [GROOVE: Bouncy minimal groove with slight funk influence; chain of rhythmic snaps, soft claps, airy whooshes, toy FX] [INSTRUMENTATION: Moderate density in verses, higher density in choruses; subtle pads, arpeggios, glitch FX in verses; full bassline, percussive accentuation, synth stabs, toy FX in choruses] [VOCAL ARRANGEMENT: Verse 1 & 2: tired female vocal, intimate, whispery, almost monotone, pauses for sarcasm and vulnerability, tender + glitchy + homely atmosphere Pre-Chorus & Chorus: childlike choir + female lead, energetic, bright, mаjor, bold, punchy, expressive] [ Technical cues: ] [ - Verse 1, line "And that one there… well, that is chocolate.": ] [LOUDSNIFF] [ - Verse 1, line "No. That’s not chocolate. Not chocolate at all.":] [pause, subtle frustration, dry humor] [ - Verse 1 & 2, ending lines "Me later. Later. Later.": ] [soft, whispered, exhausted delivery, deliberate pauses] [ - Pre-Chorus lines: [childlike, playful, rhythmic enunciation] [- Chorus lines:] [energetic, punchy, choir blended with lead, highlight "Boom-bang-crash… and that’s it here!" with toy FX accents] ] [Lyrics with embedded technical cues] [Chorus intro:] In every tiny little child, Freshly out of diapers styled, There’s seven ounces of pure blast — Or maybe even pounds of that! They have to run and jump around, Grab everything they ever found, Or else they’ll blow up, disappear — Boom-bang-crash… and that’s it here! [energetic choir + lead, bold articulation] [Verse 1:] I’m such a happy mom of twins, My whole life feels just like a dream. [tired, whispery, intimate] Except I’ve got no clean clothes left — Just milk stains here, all over me. And that one there… well, that is chocolate. [LOUDSNIFF] No. [pause, dry humor] That’s not chocolate. [dry, exhausted] Not chocolate at all. [dry, exhausted] But look at them — they look so fine: [subtle sarcasm, tired tone] Brand-new pants, a dress, a bow. And me? Well… later. After that. Me later. [soft, whispered, exhausted] Later. Later. [Chorus:] ’Cause In every tiny little child, Freshly out of diapers styled, There’s seven ounces of pure blast — Or maybe even pounds of that! They have to run and jump around, Grab everything they ever found, Or else they’ll blow up, disappear — Boom-bang-crash… and that’s it here! [energetic choir + lead, bright, punchy, toy FX accents] [Verse 2:] I dream of taking just one bath, Lying there in silent calm. [tired, intimate, homely] Just lying still — that would be nice, I wouldn’t even need the water on. Just let no one touch me now, Let no one knock or call my name. ’Cause somehow then they all will need The bathroom — right this very same. Or they’ll go fight the cat again… [subtle absurd humor, whispered] Alright. [soft sigh] Me later. [whispered, exhausted] Later. Later. [Pre-Chorus:] Every brand-new little child Crawls right out of diapers wild, Gets completely lost somewhere — Yet somehow ends up everywhere. [childlike, playful] Always rushing, always late, Always furious to wait. If something in this whole wide world Happens once — without that kid. [energetic, choir, rhythmic articulation] [Chorus:] ’Cause In every tiny little child, Freshly out of diapers styled, There’s seven ounces of pure blast — Or maybe even pounds of that! They have to run and jump around, Grab everything they ever found, Or else they’ll blow up, disappear — Boom-bang-crash… and that’s it here! [energetic choir + lead, bright, punchy, toy FX accents] Chorus: ’Cause In every tiny little child, Freshly out of diapers styled, There’s seven ounces of pure blast — Or maybe even pounds of that! They have to run and jump around, Grab everything they ever found, Or else they’ll blow up, disappear — [Boom-bang-crash… and that’s it here!] [energetic choir + lead, bright, punchy, toy FX accents] [outro]
