Little Lady Lyrics - No. 5 Collaborations - Ed Sheeran

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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 know your legs will ache if you try 

& 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 thats getting dough for him 

'cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in 

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(- Ed Sheeran) 

She's just under the upper hand 

Goes mad for a couple grams 

& 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. 

(2 - Mikill Pane) 

Little lady, your mind you've made up 

Your injurys 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 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 your 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 your 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 

Fancy 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 

& 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 & hoping for a better life 

This time, we'll fade out tonight, 

Straight down the line. 

(3 - 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 

Your 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 leaves, 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 owe 

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 albibi 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) 

& We're all under the upper hand 

& go mad for a couple grams 

& 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, 

to fly, to fly. 

For angels to die