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.