Norwegian Wood

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?

By: Dian T. Nugraha, SH. - Stone Street - Gambir, Jakarta 10110.