I once had a girl, or should i say, she once had me. She showed me her room, is not 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, is not it good, norwegian wood.
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