Listen 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 Mercedeslady the word 'rape' sums up events that take place every nightyou wanna get up but you no your legs will ache if you trythen you remember that your punter went crazy last nightyou drag yourself to the mirror to check your face then you cryforget the visit to the clinic you was booked in foryou'll make a trip to the Whittington were they'll look at your jawthey'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for surethey'll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a doorbut young womanthe pimp see's you as nothing but a dumb hookermedical 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
(Chorus - Ed Sheeran)
She's just under the upper handgoes mad for a couple gramsand she don't wanna go outside, tonight.'cos in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland andsell love to another manIt's too cold outside, for angels to fly,for angels to fly.
(Verse 2 - Mikill Pane)
Little lady, your mind you've made upyour injurys you can't hide with make-upyou need some medical advice, you make upa little lie to say justin case the doc opens his eyes and don't decide to play dumbwith any luck you'll see the same dude who stiched your top liplast year when your pimp just lost ithe wouldn't recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway'cos all the heroin is making you agebut your a heroin for taking the strain of being a prostitue and punching bagthe funds you have left go where your from using moneygrammother had to get you out the motherland to studythat was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper handbut little does she know your never coming backshe put you in her brother's hand only for him to formulate another planhe's the fucking cause of your appalling state the summer,fancy that you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn.

(Chorus - Ed Sheeran)
She's just under the upper handgoes mad for a couple gramsand she don't wanna go outside, tonight
'cos in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland andsell love to another manIt's too cold outside, for angels to flyNow an angel will die, covered in whitewith closed eyes & hoping for a better lifethis time, i will fade out tonight,straight down the line.

(Verse 3 - Mikill Pane)
Little lady, your trembling with fearyour skinny frame kinda resembles a deeryour sitting facing the 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 nowthe coppers 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 courtit'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 ithe's useless if your gonna be stupid 'cos an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips, your on your ownyou've gotta go and give your pimp what you oweyou 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 bitch? I wanna know.'no prizes for guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishnessyou open the front door, he boots you inthere's something new in him, he's silent now that fills you with terrorget your albibi straight, you could be killed for an errorhe towers over you, the 6 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's caught his eyeand in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his nieceand 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

(Chorus - Ed Sheeran)
We're all under the upper handand go mad for a couple gramsand we don't wanna go outside, tonight.'Cos in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland andsell love to another manit's too cold outside, for angels to fly.for angels to flyfly fly for angels to fly to fly to fly,angles to die

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