History.

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 told me 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 has flown
So I lit a fire. Isn't it good Norwegian wood?