The dark stairs of r`lyeh

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