Norwegian wood (This bird has flown)

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 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?

The Beatles, Norwegian wood (This bird has flown).