Norwegian Wood

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.