Butterflies With Clinton

[Verse 1]
Late night
Screen glow on your name
Clinton
I’m saying it again
Little smile when you call me “Queen”
You kneel down
I can finally breathe
You’re so soft
But you hit so hard
Every “yes
My love” disarms
Pull you close
Feel you melt in my hands
Like you’re made for my command
[Chorus]
You make me feel complete
My sweet (oh)
Butterflies crash in my chest
I can’t speak
You’re my submissive dream
My favorite sin
Every part of me lights up when you give in
Clinton
Clinton
In my sheets
You make me feel complete
[Verse 2]
Hands tied
Trust laid on the floor
You’re the one I’ve been aching for
Blushing when I say what to do
But your eyes already beg me to
Little gasp when I pull your hair
Every mark says “I was there”
Safe word etched in your skin like ink
But you’re gone before you even blink
[Chorus]
You make me feel complete
My sweet (yeah)
Butterflies crash in my chest
I can’t speak
You’re my submissive dream
My favorite sin
Every part of me lights up when you give in
Clinton
Clinton
In my sheets
You make me feel complete
[Bridge]
Who am I
When you’re on your knees for me?
Who are you
When you’re finally set free?
Say “yours” as you fall apart
I hold your body
Guard your heart
[Chorus]
You make me feel complete
My sweet
Butterflies crash in my chest
I can’t speak
You’re my submissive dream
My favorite sin
Every part of me lights up when you give in
Clinton
Clinton
Don’t you leave
You’re the one who makes me
Complete

pop, Sultry sexy-pop groove with warm synth pads, tight electronic drums, and a rubbery bassline. Female vocals wrap close to the mic in the verses, breathy and intimate, then bloom into a sticky, sing-along chorus with stacked harmonies. Subtle guitar slides and finger snaps accent the rhythm; bridge strips back to vocal + bass before the final chorus hits with extra ad-libs and topline flourishes.