Norwegian Wood

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
She showed me her room, isnt it good, norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere.
So I looked around and I noticed there wasnt a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two, and then she said, 'Its time for bed'.
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didnt and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown.
So I lit a fire, isnt it good, norwegian wood