On Tokio Blues...

by photocase

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? 

Y justo ayer pasaba por el FCE en busca de una moleskine nueva,

me lo encontré ahi paradito, como que me estaba esperando.

...So ironic this will be the next book I'm reading.