Norwegian 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
Ad 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?