Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)

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.

Then when I awoke, I was alone. This bird had flown.
So, I lit a fire. Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?