Norweigan Wood (this Bird Has Flown)

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