Ed Sheeran - Little Lady Lyrics
Listen little lady,This is just the worst way to spend your birthday,It's thirty degrees, Thursday.You work late, you is with a perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes.Lady, the word rape sums up events that take place every night.You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if you try.And you remember that your punter went crazy last night,You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face, then you cry.Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for,You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jaw.They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure,They'll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door.But young woman the pimp sees you as nothin' but a dumb hooker,Medical attention could be fatal'Cause the cunt wouldn't ever let a doctor near someone that's getting dough for him,'Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their nose in.She's just under the upper-hand.And goes mad for a couple grammes.And she don't wanna go outside, tonight.'Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and,Sell love to another man.It's too cold outside, for angels to fly.For angels to fly.Little lady,Your mind you've made up,Your injuries you can't hide with make-up.You need some medical advice, you make up,A little lie to say just in case the Doc opens his eyes and don't decide to play dumb.With any luck you'll see the same dude that stitched your top lip,Last year when your pimp just lost it.He wouldn't recognize you if you stared him in the face anyway'Cause all the Herroin is making you age,But your a heroin for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching back the funds you have left, go where you from using money gram.Mother had to get you out of the motherland, to study,That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand.Little does she know, your never coming backShe put you in her brother's hands only for him to formulate another planHe's the *****ing cause of your appalling state this summerFancy that? You came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, Damn.She's just under the upper-hand.And goes mad for a couple grammes.And she don't wanna go outside, tonight.'Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and,Sell love to another man.It's too cold outside for angels to fly,Now a angel will die, covered in whiteWith eyes closed, and hoping for a better lifeThis time I'll fade out tonight,Straight down the line.Little lady,Your trembling with fear,Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer,Your sitting facing a detective oh dearThe meddling nurse couldn't just leave it,She's only gone and made it much worse calling police in,She'll never know the gravity of the damage she's causedYour causing scandal going mad in the ward now,The copper's trying to calm you,Telling you he won't let no one harm youThe same question he keeps trying to ask you,Who you working for?He's talking to you like your worth more than a dirty whoreYour having a conversation you could be murdered forYour learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to courtHe's kicking knowledge you ain't ever heard beforeJust before he leaves he reassures you that he knows that it's hardHe underlines a mobile number you can phone on his cardBegs you to use it he's useless if your ganna to be stupid'Cause a answer hasn't come from your bruised lipsYou're on your own,You've gotta go and give your pimp what you owe,You reach your door and then it dawns that you've been followed homeBefore you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throatAnd then a voice says 'where you been ***** I wanna know.'No prizes for guessing who it is resistance would be foolishness,You open the front door, he boots you inThere's something new in him, he's silent nowThat fills you with terrorGet your alibi straight you could be killed for an errorHe towers over you, the six inch knife catches the sunlightAt this point, your life flashes before your eyesYour handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floorDespite the mess there's only one thing that caught his eye.And in the moment of rage he brutally murders his niece and dumps her body in the boot of his Merc's in the street.Little lady left this earth in the worst way, all because she got a card on her 13th birthday...And we're all under the upper-hand.And go mad for a couple grammes.And we don't wanna go outside, tonightCos in the pipe she'll fly to the motherlandAnd sell love to another man,It's too cold outside for angels to flyFor angels to fly,Fly, FlyFor angels to fly, to fly, to fly.Angels to die.
