Dont lose your temper
Dont lose your temper
Dont lose your temper
cos I love you when youre wild
Dont lose your temper
Dont lose your temper
Dont lose your temper
cos Id hate you to grow mild

Since you took that job with a company
Youve changed so much you just wont recognise me
They have you dressed up like a secretary
You mustnt change the things that make you what you are

Since youve been listening to that linguaphone
Youre speaking in a voice that is not your own
Im not sure if its you when I call home
You mustnt change the things that make you what you are

Whatever happened to my fighting, biting, lightning lioness
Little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl
I think I preferred it when your hair was in a mess
Brittle girl, brittle girl
Theyre not your real curls

Dont lose it
Dont lose it
Dont lose it
Dont lose it