# VYRA // RIGHT THERE [Intro — whispered over a filtered club beat] Don’t look at me like that. You know what that does. Come here. [Verse 1 — playful, close-mic talk-sung delivery] Your jacket on me, my perfume on you We came with friends—I forgot who Blacklight catching the gloss on my lips You watch my skirt when I roll my hips I take your wrist and I guide it down Not too far—we’re still in a crowd You say my name like a warning sign I turn around— “Good. Now keep in time.” [Pre-Chorus — rising tension] If I move left, move with me If I press back, don’t miss a beat You don’t have to ask what I mean I’m making it very easy [Chorus — seductive, addictive dance-pop hook] Right there Keep your hands right there Pull me in like you don’t play fair Mouth by my ear, tell me what you want Make it sound bad with the music on Right there Don’t you lose that grip I’m one bass drop from biting my lip Everybody’s looking—I don’t care Baby, keep your hands right there [Post-Chorus — whispered vocal chops] Lower Slower Don’t you dare let go Closer Closer I said close [DROP — heavy club bass, chopped “right there” vocals] Right—right—right there Right—right—right there [Verse 2 — cockier, more physical] Your knee slides in between both mine I let it stay for the whole damn line My nails leave marks above your shirt You pull me harder—I make it worse That’s not your phone against my thigh Cute—don’t panic, I know why You try to hide it, I push back slow Just enough to let you know I know [Pre-Chorus — teasing delivery] If I move left, move with me If I press back, don’t miss a beat You don’t have to ask what I need Your body’s answering for me [Chorus — fuller, layered vocals] Right there Keep your hands right there Pull me in like you don’t play fair Mouth by my ear, tell me what you want Make it sound bad with the music on Right there Don’t you lose that grip I’m one bass drop from biting my lip Everybody’s looking—I don’t care Baby, keep your hands right there [Bridge — beat strips to sub-bass and intimate vocals] Back me up slowly Till I run out of room Keep your eyes on mine While I move on you Say that you want me I want the truth Then take me home And prove that you do [Beat stops] But until then— Don’t. Move. Your. Hands. [FINAL DROP — explosive bass and layered chants] Right there Keep your hands right there Pull me in like you don’t play fair Mouth by my ear, tell me what you want Make it sound bad with the music on Right there Yeah, exactly like that Every time I move, you pull me right back Everybody’s looking—I don’t care Baby, keep your hands right— [Hard stop] There. [Outro — whispered, satisfied smile] Good boy. You learn fast.
