Taylor Swift is gonna be writing erotica before we know it.

She's already there, with 'Wood' on the same album.

Forgive me, it sounds cocky
He ah-matized me and openеd my eyes
Redwood tree, it ain't hard to see
His lovе was the 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 got to knock on wood
Every time I listen to ‘Wood,’ I think it’s an Ariana Grande song (I’m aware of the Max Martin connection).
 
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