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 noticed there wasn't a chair

I sat on her 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 went 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?