Si crees que estoy pensando lo que crees que estoy pensando, estas muy equivocado.

He once had me or should I say I once had him?
I showed him my room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?
I asked him to stay and I told him to sit anywhere
So he looked around and noticed there wasn't a chair

He sat on a rug biding my time, drinking my wine
We talked until two and then I said, "It's time for bed"

I told him I worked in the morning and started to laugh
He told me he didn't and he crawled off to sleep on the bath

And when he awoke, he was alone, this bird had flown
So he lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood?