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I once had a girl |
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Or, should I say, she once had me |
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She showed me her room |
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Isn't it good-- Norwegian Wood |
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She asked me to stay |
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And she told me to sit anywhere |
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So, I looked around |
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And I noticed there wasn't a chair |
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I sat on a rug |
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Biding my time, drinking her wine |
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We talked until two |
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And then she said, it's time for bed |
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She told me she worked in the morning |
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And started to laugh |
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I told her I didn't |
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And crawled off to sleep in the bath |
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And, when I awoke |
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I was alone, this bird had flown |
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So, I lit a fire |
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Isn't it good-- Norwegian Wood... |
