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