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, drinking her wine, biting my time,

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, isn't it good, norwegian wood.