Wood Lyrics
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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
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
All of that bitchin', wishing on a falling star
Never did me any good
I ain't got to knock on wood
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
Girls, I don't need to catch the bouquet
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
Seems to me that you and me, we make our own luck
New Heights of manhood (New Heights, manhood)
I ain't gotta knock on wood
All of that bitchin', wishing on a falling star
Never did me any good
I ain't got to knock on wood
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
About this song
Almost pure stacked innuendo: wood / would, hardness and willingness sharing a syllable. The hook alone feels cheeky; the full lyric is where the chain locks—each line tightening the metaphor until desire reads as a material you can touch. You need the whole text not because it’s obscure, but because dropping a link snaps the gear train.
Key terms & images
- Wood / would
- Homophone play: physical wood/hardness against modal willingness. Body talk and grammar smuggle through each other.
- Innuendo chain
- Not one dirty gag—lines bite each other. Hear only the chorus and you miss most of the engine.
FAQ & readings
- Why do people insist on reading the full lyric?
- The puns are sequential. Isolated, a line is a joke; in sequence, material, will, and gesture lock. Skip a verse and you cut a gear.
- Is it smut or wordplay?
- Both, stacked. The fun is English letting wood/would smuggle; the heat is pushing that grammar joke all the way into the body without apologizing.
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