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 my to stay and told me 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 has flown,
So I lit a fire,
Isn't it good?