cities and woods: The Beatles, Norwegian Wood

by diego terna

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?