Don't lose your temper

Don't lose your temper

Don't lose your temper

'Cause I love you when you're wild

Don't lose your temper

Don't lose your temper

Don't lose your temper

'Cause I'd hate you to grow mild

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