Don't Lose Your Temper

Don't lose your temper

Don't lose your temper

Don't lose your temper

'Cos I love you when you're wild

Don't lose your temper

Don't lose your temper

Don't lose your temper

'Cos I'd hate you to grow mild



Since you took that job with a company

You've changed so much you just won't recognise me

They have you dressed up like a secretary

You mustn't change the things that make you what you are



Since you've been listening to that linguaphone

You're speaking in a voice that is not your own

I'm not sure if it's you when I call home

You mustn't 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

They're not your real curls



Don't lose it

Don't lose it

Don't lose it

Don't lose it