Little Lady

[Mikill Pane]

Little lady

This is just the worst way

To spend your birthday

It's 30 degrees, Thursday

You work late

You was 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, no, 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 face then you cry

Forget the visit to the clinic you was booked in for

You'll make a trip to the Whittington

Were 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 see's you as nothing 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 proxy authorities

Sticking their noses in

[Ed Sheeran]

She's just under the upper hand

Goes mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cos in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland

And sell love to another man

It's too cold outside for angels to fly

[Mikill Pane]

Little lady

Your mind you've made up

Your injurys you can't hide with makeup

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

Who stiched your top lip

Last year when your pimp just lost it

He wouldn't recognise if you stared him in the face anyway

'Cos all the heroin is making you age

But your a heroin for taking the strain

Of being a prostitue and punching bag

The funds you have left go

Where you're from using moneygram

Mother had to get you out the motherland to study

That was all she struggled to have

A single daughter with the upper hand

Little, does she know you're never coming back

She put you in her brother's hand

Only for him to formulate another plan

He's the fucking cause of your appalling state, the summer fans

See that you came to London

To get pimped by your uncle, damn

[Ed Sheeran]

She's just under the upper hand

Goes mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cos 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 an angel will die, covered in white

With closed eyes

And hoping for a better life

This time, we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

[Mikill Pane]

Little lady

Your trembling with fear

Your skinny frame kinda resembles the dear

Your sitting facing the detective

Oh, dear

The meddling nurse couldn't just leave it?

She's only gone and made it much worse

Calling police and

She'll never know the gravity

Of the damage she's caused

You're causing scandal

Going mad in the ward now

The coppers trying to calm you

Telling you he won't let no one harm you

The same question he keeps trying to ask you

"Who you working for?"

He's talking to like your worth more than a dirty whore

Your having a conversation

You could be murdered for

Your learning more about exactly why

You need to help bring him or her to court

It's kicking knowledge you ain't ever heard before

Just before he reassures you

That he knows that it's hard

He underlines a mobile number

You can phone on his card

Begs you to use it

He's useless if your gonna be stupid

'Cos an answer hasn't come from

Your bruised lips, your on your own

You've gotta go and give your pimp what you own

You reach your door and then it dawns that you've been followed home

Before you turn around you feel

A cold blade on your throat

And then a voice says

"Where you been bitch? I wanna know."

No prizes for guessing who it is

Resistance would be foolishness

You open the front door

He boots you in

There's something new in him

He's silent now that fills you with terror

Get your alibi straight

You could be killed for an error

He towers over you

The 6 inch knife catches the sunlight

At this point your life flashes before your eyes

Your handbags dropped

And all the contents are all over the floor

Despite the mess there's only one thing

That's caught his eye

And in the moment of rage

He brutally murders his niece

And dumps her body

In the boot of his Merc in the street

Little lady left this earth in the worst way

All because she got a card on her 13th birthday

[Ed Sheeran]

And we're all under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cos in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and

Sell love to another man

It's too cold outside for angels to fly