I once had a girl
Or should I say she had me.
She showed me her room,
Isn't it good?
Norweigan Wood.
She asked me to stay and told me sit anywhere.
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on her rug,
Drinking her wine,
Biding my time.
We talk 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 out to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke I was alone,
This bird had flown.
So, I lit her fire
Isn't it good, Norweigan Wood?