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