| Norwegian Wood |
| | ( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )
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I once had 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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