Ed Sheeran - Little Lady - Mikill Pane Lyrics

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
& you remember that your partner 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

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

Angels to fly

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 fans
See that you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn.

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

Little lady, your trembling with fear
Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer
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 copper's 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