The Life of a Showgirl: Wood Lyrics Are Connected To reputation

ByPatty Holliday

Taylor Swift has another smash album on the charts, breaking records left and right this week. And one song in particular has made a lot of headlines: Wood. The Life of a Showgirl Wood lyrics are connected to reputation in an unexpected way!

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Wood Lyrics: More Than An Extended Dick Joke

This song goes, ahem, deep. If you allow it to, that is.

While on first read, it’s inescapably about Travis Kelce’s redwood. We all see it, and you know what? Good for Taylor. That’s what I’ve got to say about that.

But when I first read the lyrics, I kept thinking about something else from way back in 2017.

The reputation era comes with its own lore, and one of the most overlooked things was the poems Taylor included with her albums and in her press tour.

Wood cheekily calls back to one in particular, If You Are Anything Like Me. Compare the two and you’ll see what Taylor did here.

First, here are the Wood Lyrics from The Life of a Showgirl.

Wood By Taylor Swift

Daisy’s bare naked, I was distraught
He loves me not
He loves me not
Penny’s unlucky, I took him back
And then stepped on a crack
And the black cat laughed

And, baby, I’ll admit I’ve been a little superstitious (Superstitious)
Fingers crossed until you put your hand on mine (Ah)
Seems to be that you and me, we make our own luck
A bad sign is all good, I ain’t gotta knock on wood

(Ah) All of that bitchin’, wishing on a falling star
Never did me any good, I ain’t got to knock on wood
(Ah) It’s you and me forever dancing in the dark
All over me, it’s understood, I ain’t got to knock on wood

Forgive me, it sounds cocky
He ah-matized me and opened my еyes
Redwood tree, it ain’t hard to see
His love was thе key that opened my thighs

Girls, I don’t need to catch the bouquet, mm
To know a hard rock is on the way

And, baby, I’ll admit I’ve been a little superstitious (Superstitious)
The curse on me was broken by your magic wand (Ah)
Seems to be that you and me, we make our own luck
New Heights (New Heights) of manhood (Manhood), I ain’t gotta knock on wood

(Ah) All of that bitchin’, wishing on a falling star
Never did me any good, I ain’t got to knock on wood
(Ah) It’s you and me forever dancing in the dark
All over me, it’s understood, I ain’t got to knock on wood

Forgive me, it sounds cocky
He ah-matized me and opened my eyes
Redwood tree, it ain’t hard to see
His love was the key that opened my thighs
Forgive me, it sounds cocky
He ah-matized me and opened my eyes
Redwood tree, it ain’t hard to see
His love was the key that opened my thighs

the life of a showgirl lyrical analysis WOOD

If You’re Anything Like Me- Taylor Swift Poem From reputation

If you’re anything like me,
You bite your nails,
And laugh when you’re nervous.
You promise people the world,
because that’s what they want from you.
You like giving them what they want…
But darling, you need to stop,

If you’re anything like me,
You knock on wood every time you make plans.
You cross your fingers, hold your breath,
Wish on lucky numbers and eyelashes
Your superstitions were the lone survivors of the shipwreck.
Rest In Peace, to your naive bravado…
If life gets too good now,
Darling, it scares you.

If you’re anything like me,
You never wanted to lock your door,
Your secret garden gate or your diary drawer
Didn’t want to face the you you don’t know anymore
For fear she was much better before…
But Darling, now you have to.

If you’re anything like me,
There’s a justice system in your head
For names you’ll never speak again,
And you make your ruthless rulings.
Each new enemy turns to steel
They become the bars that confine you,
In your own little golden prison cell…
But Darling, there is where you meet yourself.

If you’re anything like me
You’ve grown to hate your pride
To love your thighs
And no amount of friends at 25
Will fill the empty seats
At the lunch tables of your past
The teams that picked you last…
But Darling, you keep trying.

If you’re anything like me,
You couldn’t recognize the face of your love
Until they stripped you of your shiny paint
Threw your victory flag away
And you saw the ones who wanted you anyway…
Darling, later on you will thank your stars
for that frightful day.

If you’re anything like me,
I’m sorry.
But Darling, it’s going to be okay.

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Patty Holliday is a parent movie reviewer, writer, and podcaster living in the Washington, DC area. Her goal is to bridge the gap between casual fandom and picky critic with parent movie and television reviews. As a lifelong fangirl and pop culture connoisseur, she's been creating online since 2009. You can find her work at No-Guilt Disney.com, No-Guilt Fangirl.com, No-Guilt Life, and as host of the top-rated No-Guilt Disney Podcast.

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