Good Looking (Live from Brooklyn Paramount)

So now we really are on our last one, and This song is, this song is, is, uh, is really about It's a-, it's about, you know, basically At the end of the day, it's not really The worst thing in the world if you fall for A good looking boy I love you guys so much, thank you so much, New York Tides thrash inside, baby, I'm high octane Fever in a shock wave My core vibrates in an opium haze Yet you think we're the same The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all I thought I'd uncovered your secrets, but turns out there's more You adored me before Oh, my good-looking boy Play casino halls on my eyeballs Roll the dice on my thighs You stopped for breath and I sped up Just to impress you The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all I thought I'd uncovered your secrets, but turns out there's more You adored me before Oh, my good-looking boy My good-looking boy My good-looking boy My good-looking boy Oh, my good-looking boy You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone these days I'm not who I am to anyone, no, not me at all I'm not who I am to anyone these days, not at all The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all I thought I'd uncovered your secrets, but turns out there's more You adored me before Oh, my good-looking boy My good-looking boy My good-looking boy My good-looking boy Oh, my good-looking boy Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh