I once had a girl,
or should I say,
she once had me
She showed me her room,
is not 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,
is not it good,
norwegian wood
