Norwegian Wood

I once had a girl, or should I say she once had me; She showed me her room, is-n't it good Norwegian wood. She asked me to stay and she told me to sit an-y-where, So I looked a-round and I no-tice there was-n't a chair, I sat on a rug, bid-ing my time, drink-ing her wine. We talked un-til two and then said, "It's time for bed." (Instrumental) She told me she worked in the morn-ing and start-ed to laugh, I told her I did-n't and crawled off to sleep in the bath. And when I a-woke I was a-lone, this bird had flown. So I lit a fire, Is-n't it good Norwegian wood. ----- end