Songwriters: Mccartney, Paul;Lennon, John
I once met a girl, Or should I say, She once met me.
She showed me her room, Isn’t it good? Norwegian wood.
She asked my 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 has flown,
So I lit a fire, Isn’t it good? Norwegian wood.
