BUTT (Bradley Uppercrust The Third)

Your music triggers my fight or flight and yet, I cannot get enough of it. It feels like cold hands being placed against my back—the sting of the cold but still being held gently. For this, I need you to write a song about my dear friend Jamie and her love for Bradley Uppercrust the Third. She—just as I, is enchanted by the noise you call music but I call a trauma response. Thank you kindly, I await a response.

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