Has this bird flown away into the fire?

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 the 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?

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