His Voice is Buttery

His voice is buttery says a musician critic on TV
I have no idea what buttery means
She sings her butt off
This is also curious
If she turned around, I could see this
He can sing the phone book
Couldn’t we all?
If we wanted to.
If I did, someone would beg me to stop singing
No.
Everyone would beg me to stop singing
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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