I started out wanting to write a “leg bone connected to the thigh bone” sort of a song, where I would use the actual scientific names of the bones. I was looking at the hip bones with that in mind, and then my brainstorm blew in a different direction.

I decided to pattern the lyrics after a style where the singer was waxing rhapsodic about how beautiful the object of his affection is, but have him be talking about her bones instead of all the usual stuff like skin, hair, eyes, lips, and so forth. I ran through a bunch of bits and pieces of derivative ideas that were sort of parodies, like “baby got sacrum,” “her clavicle brings all the docs to the ward,” and so on. While some of that was amusing, I wanted a more cohesive, original work.

And this song is what I ended up creating.

I wanted the accompanying music to have a romantic, sultry, “bedroom” sort of a feel to it… a Barry White vibe. The music for the chorus was very straightforward. I also tried some more complex types of cues, like “Sultry spoken word bridge over light instrumental,” and in this new version of Suno (v4), those details actually seemed to have an effect. You’ll hear the variations in styles that it ran with, like the call-and-response passages, and so forth.

I used a new site, Stablecog, to build the basis for the album cover graphics. I’ll likely go back and fiddle with this picture more, but I wanted to get the song out here.

I had an earlier version of the song, but it felt rushed, so I needed to go back and finesse it.

Lyrics

Baby, when you turn my way

    that lateral malleolus just slays.

And the way your maxilla catches the light

    keeps me awake at night.

The smooth contours of your orbital rim

    got me writin’ this anatomical hymn.

And that zygomatic arch so fine

    should be illegal, it’s divine.

I see you, baby (Down to your bones)

    past all the surface anatomy

        right to your osseous zones.

Some people only see skin deep

    but I can see your soul

        through every fossa, groove, and sweep.

Baby, you’re radiologically whole.

(Yeah... that’s right... such perfect ossification)

Your trapezoid and hamate bones

    got me singin’ in these lovesick tones.

Every tarsal, every joint,

    your carpals are the point.

You know what drives me crazy?

The way your temporal line curves…

    just so…

        perfectly into that supraorbital margin.

Nobody else has bones like you, baby.

When your cervical vertebrae sway,

    make a radiologist glow all day.

And that mandibular angle, sweet,

    makes this anatomist’s heart skip a beat.

I see you, baby (Down to your bones)

    past all the surface anatomy

        right to your osseous zones.

Some people only see skin deep

    but I can see your soul

        through every fossa, groove and sweep.

Baby, you’re radio-lady-o-logically whole.

When I say ‘lacrimal’, you say ‘bone’!

Lacrimal! (Bone!)

Lacrimal! (Bone!)

When I say ‘lumbar’, you say ‘spine’!

Lumbar! (Spine!)

Lumbar! (Oh! Spine so fine!)

Oh! I see you, baby (Right through to those bones)

    beyond mere surface anatomy

        through all your calcified zones.

While fools will only look skin deep,

    I see your perfect soul

        in every ridge and lineal sweep.

Baby, you’re osteologically whole.

Can I get a witness? (Witness!)

See these magnificent carpals! (Testify!)

Somebody say optimal ossification! (Optimal ossification!)

Sooo calcaneus! [Ooo! Hallelujah!]

Mmm... that symphysis pubis though…

Work that scapular rotation...

Such articulation...

Your skeletal structure is just... perfection!

Never have I seen a more perfectly formed occipital protuberance!