25 de abril de 2011

Norwegian wood

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 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 had flown
So I lit a fire,
isn't it good,
norwegian wood.

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