Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) sing and play along

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 bed."

She wood?