🎵 Little Lady // by Ed Sheeran

52 ContributorsLittle Lady Lyrics Before the release of + (plus), Ed played a gig at a homeless shelter where he met a girl named Angel who had done a lot of drugs. She inspired the lines “It’s too cold outside for angels to fly” and “her… Read More  [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 makin' 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 you're fibbin' if you tell them you got hit by a door But young woman, the 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 gettin' dough for him Cause next you got poxy authorities stickin' their noses in [Chorus: Ed Sheeran] She's just under the upper hand And goes mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna go outside, tonight 'Cause, in a 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 [Verse 2: Mikill Pane] 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 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 makin' you age But you're a heroine for takin' the strain of bein' a prostitute and punching bag The funds you have left go where you're from usin' MoneyGram 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 you're never comin' 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 [Chorus: Ed Sheeran] She's just under the upper hand And goes mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna go outside, tonight 'Cause, in a pipe, she'll fly to the motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly [Bridge: Ed Sheeran] Now an angel will die, covered in white With closed eyes and hoping for a better life This time now, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line [Verse 3: Mikill Pane] Little lady, you're tremblin' with fear Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer You're sitting facing the detective, oh, dear The meddlin' nurse couldn't just leave it She's only gone and made it much worse callin' police in She'll never know the gravity of the damage she's caused You're causing scandal goin' mad in the ward now The cop is tryin' to calm you, tellin' you he won't let no one to harm you The same question he keeps trying to ask you, "Who you working for?" He's talkin' to you like you're worth more than a dirty whore You're havin' a conversation you could be murdered for You're learnin' more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court He's kickin' 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 you're gonna be stupid 'Cause an 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 guessin' who it is, resistance would be foolishness You open the front door, he boots you in There's somethin' 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 handbag's dropped and all the contents are all over the floor Despite the mess there's 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 [Chorus: Ed Sheeran] And we're all under the upper hand And goin' mad for a couple grams And we don't wanna go outside, tonight 'Cause, in a 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 And fly, fly For angels to fly To fly, to fly And angels to die