Norwegian Wood

I once met a girl, or should I say, she once met 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.