I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me. She showed me
her room. Isn't it good, Norwegian Wood. She asked me to stay and
told me to sit anywhere. So I looked around and I noticed there
wasn't a chair. So I sat on the rug, biding my time, drinking her
wine. We talked until two, and then she said, it's time for bed.
She told me that she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I
told her I didn't and crawled up to sleep in the bath. And when I
awake, I was alone, this bird had flown. So I, I lit a fire, isn't
it good, Norwegian Wood. Isn't it good, Norwegian Wood. (repeat to
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