I once had a girl or should I say she once had me.
She showed me her room, isnt it good norwegian wood.
She asked me to stay
and she told me to sit anywhere.
So I looked around and I noticed there wasnt a chair.
I sat on a rug biding
my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two, and then she said its time for bed.
She told me she worked
in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didnt and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke I was
alone, this bird has flown.
So I lit a fire, isnt it good norwegian Wood.