[Not to judge a book by its cover, but Iggy does kinda assume Felix isn't into pop princesses.
Iggy can't deny such a request. His singing voice is a pleasant tenor - good enough for karaoke, but not open mic.]
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride You're toxic, I'm slippin' under With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic?
[He's smiling now, and he sketches a little curtsey.]
no subject
Iggy can't deny such a request. His singing voice is a pleasant tenor - good enough for karaoke, but not open mic.]
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
[He's smiling now, and he sketches a little curtsey.]