I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me She showed me her room, is not it good, Norwegian wood She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine We talked until two and then she said, it's time for bed She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown So I lit a fire, is not it good, Norwegian wood
