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 look 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 has flown
So I lit a fire,
Isn't it good,
Norwegian Wood? |
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