Norwegian Wood

I once had a girl,

Or should I say

She once had me.

She showed me her room,

Isn't 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 has flown.

So I lit a fire,

Isn't it good?

Norwegian wood.