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.