Latin Guitar Maestros 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.