[INTRO — shouted tag, immediate bass stab] K-K-K KYRODITH! Wrong hand, right man. [VERSE 1 — confident female vocal, UK garage swing] You’re writing with your left hand, I’m watching from your right. Ink along your little finger, Sleeves rolled up on either side. You catch me studying the movement, Ask if you should charge a fee. I say, “Finish what you’re doing.” You write something meant for me. [PRE-CHORUS — melodic lift, rising percussion] Turn the paper. Slide it over. Three small words. I move closer. You look certain. I look twice. How’s your handwriting Changed my night? [CHORUS — powerful melodic hook] Wrong hand, right man, That’s your joke, not mine. I love the way you make room For my fingers inside. Left hand, right here, Rest it against my cheek. You put love down on paper— Come say it against me. I want you. In ink, in person. Every little detail Makes it worse, then worth it. [DROP — rolling sub bass, chopped female hook] Left, left— Right here. Left, left— Come near. In ink. In person. You, you— That’s certain. [VERSE 2 — warm, sensual, syncopated] We keep bumping at the elbow When we eat on the same side. You suggest we trade our places; I refuse and let them collide. Now you’re drawing on my wrist, Something only we would recognise. I say, “That’ll wash off later.” You say, “I can do it twice.” [PRE-CHORUS — tight drums, rising vocal] One small drawing. Your full attention. My bare wrist. A new distraction. You lean over. I sit still. You take longer Than you need to. [CHORUS — full female lead, layered harmonies] Wrong hand, right man, That’s your joke, not mine. I love the way you make room For my fingers inside. Left hand, right here, Rest it against my cheek. You put love down on paper— Come say it against me. I want you. In ink, in person. Every little detail Makes it worse, then worth it. [BRIDGE — intimate melody over continuous bass] Years from now, a shopping list Might put your writing in my hands. Milk and bread beneath a message Only I would understand. I’ll still know that leaning lettering, Still remember where we sat. How you pushed the paper towards me, Then watched me love you back. [FINAL DROP — explosive breakbeat fills] Left, left— Right here. Your hand. My cheek. In ink. In person. I love you. Keep the wording. [OUTRO — close female vocal, final bass hit] You can have your pen back. I’m keeping this.
