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    (verse 1 - mikill pane)

    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 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 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

    (chorus - 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.

    (verse 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 fans
    See that you came to london to get pimped by your uncle, damn.

    (chorus - 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.

    (verse 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 30th birthday

    (chorus - 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.

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