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?