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

And when I awoke I was alone

This bird has flown

So I lit a fire

Isn't it good Norwegian wood?