Norwegian wood

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 wood.

Beatles

biijutiful song  

Pa, sto places onda  

svirala sam je nekad..na gitari...iprodali su mi moji gitaru pa me je podsetilo

uf, to je gadno... znam kako ti je... moj cale vise voli svoju gitaru vise nego kevu, mene i kola skupa  

jbg    veze se covek...sad mi je komp gitara  

Najbolja pesma od Beatlesa... Mislim da sam je negde kacio