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.
Then when i awoke, i was alone. this bird had flown. so, i lit a fire. isn't it good, norwegian wood?
Isn't it good, norwegian wood?