I once had a girl,

or should I say,

she once had me

She showed me her room,

is not 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,

is not it good,

norwegian wood