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ArtistI 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.