Norwegian wood

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I once had a girl,

or should I say, she once had me.

She showed me her room,

isn't it good, norwegian wood?


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She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
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So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.


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I sat on a rug, biding my time,

drinking her wine.

We talked until two
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and then she said, "It's time for bed".


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She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
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I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.


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And when I awoke

I was alone, this bird had flown.

So I lit a fire,

isn't it good, norwegian wood.