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.