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 has flown. So I lit a fire, Isn't it good? Norwegian wood.
