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.
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