Lyric Norwegian Wood

I once met a girl,
Or should I say
She once met me.
She showed me her room,
Isn t it good?
Norwegian wood.
She asked my 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 has flown,
So I lit a fire,
Isn t it good?
Norwegian wood.