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?