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