Norwegian wood (this bird has flown)

I once had a girl
Or should I say, she once had me?
She showed me her room
'Isnt it good, Norwegian wood?'

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around and I noticed there was not a chair

So I sat on the rug
Biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two
And then she said, 'Its time for bed'

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didnt and crawled off to sleep in the bath

And when I awoke
I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isnt it good, Norwegian wood?
Isnt it good, Norwegian wood?
Isnt it good, Norwegian wood?
Isnt it good, Norwegian wood?
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