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