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".
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?
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