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
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