Tekst piosenki 'Little Lady (feat. Mikill Pane)' wykonawcy Ed Sheeran

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 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 face then you cry

Forget the visit to the clinic you was 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

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 that's getting dough for him
'Cause next you got proxy authorities sticking their noses in

And 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 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 dumb

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 recognise 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
Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your uncle, damn

And 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 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 and hoping for a better life
This time, now, will fade out tonight, straight down the line

Little lady, you're trembling with fear
Your skinny frame kinda resembles the deer
You're 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
You're 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 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
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 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 guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishness
You open the front door, he boots you in
Here'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 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 Mercs 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 for angels to fly, for angels to fly
And fly, fly, for angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die