I once had a boy
Or should I say, he once had me?
He showed me his room
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
(He asked her to stay and he told her to sit anywhere
So she looked around and she noticed there wasn't a chair)
So I sat on his rug
Biding my time, drinking his wine
(They talked until two
And then he said,) "It's time for bed"
He told me he worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told him I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath
(And when she awoke
She was alone, this bird had flown)
So we lit a fire
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?