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 had flown.
So I lit a fire,
isn't it good
Norwegian wood
on it
