(John Lennon/Paul McCartney)

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
Then when I awoke, I was alone This bird had flown So, I lit a fire Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?