little lady
Singer:ed sheeran
this is just the worst way to spend your birthday
you was with a perv making dirty fake love in his mercedes
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 you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
the pimp sees 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 poxy authorities sticking their noses in
she's just under the upper hand
and goes mad for a couple grams
and she don't wanna go outside
tonight. 'cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and
for angels to fly. for angels to fly. little lady
your injuries you can't hide with make-up
you need some medical advice
in case the doc opens his eyes and don't decide to play dumb
with any luck you'll see the same dude who stitched your top lip
last year when your pimp just lost it
he wouldn't recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway
'cause all the heroin is making you age
but you're a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute 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 this summer
you came to london to get pimped by your uncle
damn. she's just under the upper hand
goes mad for a couple grams
and she don't wanna go outside
tonight. 'cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and
with closed eyes and hoping for a better life
straight down the line. little lady
you're trembling with fear
your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer
you're sitting facing the detective
the 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 caused
you're causing scandal going mad in the ward now
the cop is trying to calm you
telling you he won't let no one harm you
the same question he keeps trying to ask you
he's talking to you like you're worth more than a dirty whore
you're having a conversation you could be murdered for
you're 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
he reassures you that he knows that it's hard
he underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card
he's useless if you're gonna be stupid
'cause an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips
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
'where you been bitch? i wanna know.'
no prizes for guessing who it is
resistance would be foolishness
there's something new in him
he's silent now that fills you with terror
you could be killed for an error
the 6 inch knife catches the sunlight
at this point your life flashes before your eyes
your handbag's 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
and we're all under the upper hand
and go mad for a couple grams
and we 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