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Picking A Fight

PICKING A FIGHT (J Neo Marvin-Davis Jones)

I bought you this box
It was broken
It wasn’t my fault
So you say
Who had it before you?
The keeper
Did you see what was in it?

I reached in and felt it was furry
It grumbled and bit my finger
I said forgive me for disturbing your sleep
It kangarooed, then shot off its feet.

And that’s how the box got broken
It kicked and it gave me a fright
I’m sorry, I thought you would like it
And that is why I’m PICKING A FIGHT.

© 2009 J Neo Marvin and Davis Jones, BMI