"(Lennon/McCartney)I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had meShe showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhereSo I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chairI sat on the rug, biding my time, drinking her wineWe talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed"She told me she worked in the morning and started to laughI told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bathAnd when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flownSo I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood?"