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...