Текст песни Ed Sheeran - Little Lady

Listen little lady,
This is just the worst way to spend your birthday,
It's thirty degrees, Thursday
You work late, you is 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
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 your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
But young woman your pimp sees you as nothin' 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 nose in

She's just under the upper-hand
And goes mad for a couple grammes
And she 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, for angels to fly
For angels to fly

Little lady,
Your mind you've made up,
Your injuries 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 dum
With any luck you'll see the same dude that stitched your top lip,
Last year when your pimp just lost it
He wouldn't recognize you if you stared him in the face anyway
'Cause all the Herroin is making you age,
But your a heroin for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching back the funds you have left, go where you from using money gram
Mother had to get you out of 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 hands only for him to formulate another plan
He's the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer
Fancy that? You came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, Damn

She's just under the upper-hand
And goes mad for a couple grammes
And she 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 for angels to fly,
Now a angel will die, covered in white
With eyes closed, and hoping for a better life
This time I'll fade out tonight,
Straight down the line

Little lady,
Your trembling with fear,
Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer,
Your sitting facing a detective oh dear
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
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 you 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 bring him or her to court
He'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 ganna to be stupid
'Cause a answer hasn't come from your bruised lips
You're 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 alibi straight you could be killed for an error
He towers over you, the six 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 caught his eye
And in the moment of rage he brutally murders his niece and dumps her body in the boot of his Merc's 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 grammes
And 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
For angels to fly,
Fly, Fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die