Norwegian Wood

I once had a boy or should I say he once had me?
He showed me his room, isn’t it good Norwegian wood?
He asked me to stay and he told me to sit anywhere
I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair
I sat on the rug, biding my time, drinking his wine
We talked until two and then he said it’s time for bed
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
He told me he worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told him I didn’t and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I woke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn’t it good Norwegian wood?
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo