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 had flown;

So I lit a fire,
Isn’t it good,
Norwegian wood?