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 the 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?