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".
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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?