Texty: The Beatles. Norwegian Wood.

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?