Norweigan 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 the 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 I didn’t

and crawled up 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.

-The Beatles

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