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 any
where, 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.