Don't Lose Your Temper

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