It amazes how complex some interpretations are, when to me the song's meaning is so obvious! Drugs? Lesbian? Oral sex? Arson? Come on! You're reading WAY too much into this song! Here's what it means:
The narrator goes to the girl's apartment, which is furnished with Norwegian furniture (later made famous by brands such as Ikea). This furniture showed that she was cool and modern -- "hip." The "she once had me" line simply means that in the end she fooled him. The fact that there wasn't a chair simply means that the apartment was sparsely furnished -- not unusual in the style of a young, student-age single woman. He goes home with her, hoping for some physical interaction, and bides his time as they drink wine. But alas, she has only been teasing him, and goes off the bed by herself after getting his hopes up by saying, "it's time for bed." She leaves him to fend for himself as far as sleeping arrangements are concerned, so he crawls off (probably half-drunk) into the bathroom -- sleeping on the floor or in the tub, I presume. The next morning he wakes up after she has gone off to work, and is angry that she led him on, that she played mind games with him, so he lights a fire (in the fireplace, I assume) using some of her nice Norwegian furniture for firewood. This gives him a little sick pleasure as a sort of revenge for her teasing him -- exactly the sort of thing that an acerbic, cynical John Lennon would do, or would think of doing.
It amazes how complex some interpretations are, when to me the song's meaning is so obvious! Drugs? Lesbian? Oral sex? Arson? Come on! You're reading WAY too much into this song! Here's what it means: The narrator goes to the girl's apartment, which is furnished with Norwegian furniture (later made famous by brands such as Ikea). This furniture showed that she was cool and modern -- "hip." The "she once had me" line simply means that in the end she fooled him. The fact that there wasn't a chair simply means that the apartment was sparsely furnished -- not unusual in the style of a young, student-age single woman. He goes home with her, hoping for some physical interaction, and bides his time as they drink wine. But alas, she has only been teasing him, and goes off the bed by herself after getting his hopes up by saying, "it's time for bed." She leaves him to fend for himself as far as sleeping arrangements are concerned, so he crawls off (probably half-drunk) into the bathroom -- sleeping on the floor or in the tub, I presume. The next morning he wakes up after she has gone off to work, and is angry that she led him on, that she played mind games with him, so he lights a fire (in the fireplace, I assume) using some of her nice Norwegian furniture for firewood. This gives him a little sick pleasure as a sort of revenge for her teasing him -- exactly the sort of thing that an acerbic, cynical John Lennon would do, or would think of doing.