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 noticed there wasn’t a chair
I sat on the rug biding my time
…Drinking her wine (btw)..
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?
(You know who the artist is….)