text: Little Lady Lyrics
  Listen, little lady
  This is just the worst way to spend your birthday, its 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 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
  Youll make a trip to the Whittington where theyll look at your jaw
  Theyll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure
  Theyll know youre fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
  But young woman, the pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker
  Medical attention could be fatal cause the cunt wouldnt
  Ever let a doctor near someone thats getting dough for him
  Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in
  Shes just under the upper hand
  And goes mad for a couple grams
  And she dont wanna go outside, tonight
  Cause, in a pipe, shell fly to the motherland
  And sell love to another man
  Its too cold outside
  For angels to fly
  For angels to fly
  Little lady, your mind youve made up
  Your injuries you cant 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 dont decide to play dumb
  With any luck youll see the same dude who stitched your top lip
  Last year when your pimp just lost it
  He wouldnt recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway
  Cause all the heroin is making you age
  But youre a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute 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 youre never coming back
  She put you in her brothers hands, only for him to formulate another plan
  Hes the fucking cause of your appalling state, this summer
  Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your uncle, damn
  Shes just under the upper hand
  And goes mad for a couple grams
  And she dont wanna go outside, tonight
  Cause, in a pipe, shell fly to the motherland
  And sell love to another man
  Its too cold outside
  For angels to fly
  Now an angel will die, covered in white
  With closed eyes and hoping for a better life
  This time now, well fade out tonight
  Straight down the line
  Little lady, youre trembling with fear
  Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer
  Youre sitting facing the detective, oh, dear
  The meddling nurse couldnt just leave it
  Shes only gone and made it much worse calling police in
  Shell never know the gravity of the damage shes caused
  Youre causing scandal going mad in the ward now
  The cop is trying to calm you, telling you he wont let no one harm you
  The same question he keeps trying to ask you, Who you working for?
  Hes talking to you like youre worth more than a dirty whore
  Youre having a conversation you could be murdered for
  Youre learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court
  Hes kicking knowledge you aint ever heard before
  Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that its hard
  He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card
  Begs you to use it, hes useless if youre gonna be stupid
  Cause an answer hasnt come from your bruised lips, youre on your own
  Youve gotta go and give your pimp what you owe
  You reach your door and then it dawns that youve 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
  Theres something new in him, hes 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 theres only one thing that has caught his eye
  And in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his niece
  And dumps her body in the boot of his Mercs in the street
  Little lady left this earth in the worst way
  All because she got a card on her thirteenth birthday
  And were all under the upper hand
  And going mad for a couple grams
  And we dont wanna go outside, tonight
  Cause, in a pipe, shell fly to the motherland
  And sell love to another man
  Its too cold outside
  For angels to fly
  For angels to fly
  And fly, fly
  For angels to fly
  To fly, to fly
  And angels to die17Embed