Little Lady

G           Dsus2   G          D/F#   Em          C   G        
(play the last chord in each measure fleetingly to segue to the next 
Cadd9
bar)

[Verse 1]
Rapped by Mikill Pane
G
Listen
G
Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday
G                D/F#
It's 30 degrees, Thursday
    Em                                          C    G
You work late, you was with a perv making dirty fake love in his 
Mercedes
G
Lady the word 'rape' sums up events that take place every night
G
You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if you try
        Em                                        D
And you remember that your punter went crazy last night
             G
You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face then you cry
           Am
Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for
              C
You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jaw
             G
They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure
                  D
They'll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
Am
But young woman
Am
The pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker
C
Medical attention could be fatal
                                    G
'Cause the cunt wouldn't ever let a doctor near someone that's getting 
dough for him

                  D
'Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in

[Chorus]
     Sung by Ed Sheeran
             Em             Cadd9
'cause she's just under the upper hand
G
And goes mad for a couple of grams
Em                  Cadd9
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
         Em                    Cadd9
'cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and
G
Sell love to another man,
Em       Cadd9         G
It's too cold outside
    D         Em      C    G
For angels to fly
G         Em      C    G
Angels to fly

[Verse 2]
     Rapped by Mikill Pane
G
Little lady, your mind you've made up
G
Your injuries you can't hide with make-up
              Em
You need some medical advice, you make up
Em                  C
A little lie to say just
        G                                               D
In case the doc opens his eyes and don't decide to play dumb
G
With any luck you'll see the same dude who stitched your top lip
G                                  D
Last year when your pimp just lost it
G    D/F#        Em                                        C
He wouldn't recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway
               G
'Cause all the heroin is making you age
             Am
But you're a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute and 
punching bag
    C
The funds you have left go where you're from using Moneygram

G
Mother had to get you out the motherland to study
D
That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper 
hand
Am
Little does she know you're never coming back
G/B C
She put you in her brother's hand only for him to formulate another 
plan
G
He's the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer
      D
Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn.

[Chorus]
     Sung by Ed Sheeran
             Em             Cadd9
'cause she's just under the upper hand
G
And goes mad for a couple of grams
Em                  Cadd9  G
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
         Em                    Cadd9
'cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and
G
Sell love to another man
Em       Cadd9         G
It's too cold outside
    D         Em
For angels to fly

[Chorus 2]
     Sung by Ed Sheeran
Am       G/B      C
Now an angel will die
              Em
Covered in white
                     G
With closed eyes and hoping for a better life
  Am                            C
This time, we'll fade out tonight
                  G
Straight down the line

[Instrumental]
     Guitar Solo

[ Em     C     G     G ]
[ Em     C     G     G     Em ]

[Verse 3]
     Rapped by Mikill Pane
Am
Little lady, you're trembling with fear
     C
Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer
               G
You're sitting facing the detective, oh dear
             D              D/C
The meddling nurse couldn't just leave it
                                 G               Am
She's only gone and made it much worse calling police in
       Am
She'll never know the gravity of the damage she's caused
                C
You're causing scandal, going mad in the ward now
                     G                              G/F#
The cop is trying to calm you, telling you he won't let no one harm you
         Am
The same question he keeps trying to ask you 'who're you working for?'
     C
He's talking to like your worth more than a dirty whore
                G
You're having a conversation you could be murdered for
                      D                                       G/F#
You're learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or 
her to court
             Am
It's kicking knowledge you ain't ever heard before
                                                G/B             C
Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that it's hard
        C
He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card
            G
Begs you to use it

He's useless if you're gonna be stupid
                        D/F#
'Cause an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips, you're on your own
Am
You've gotta go and give your pimp what you owe
                                C
You reach your door and then it dawns that you've been followed home

           G
Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat
                      D/F#
And then a voice says 'where you been bitch? I wanna know.'
              Am
No prizes for guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishness
             C
You open the front door, he boots you in
                              G
There's something new in him, he's silent now that fills you with 
terror
D/F#
Get your alibi straight, you could be killed for an error
          Am
He towers over you, the 6 inch knife catches the sunlight
                   C
At this point your life flashes before your eyes
                      G
Your handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floor
                              D/F#
Despite the mess there's only one thing that's caught his eye
           Am
And in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his niece
              C
And dumps her body in the boot of his Merc, t's in the street.
       G
Little lady left this earth in the worst way
      D/F#
All because she got a card on her 13th birthday

[Chorus]
     Sung by Ed Sheeran
Em                      Cadd9
'cause we're all under the upper hand
G
And go mad for a couple of grams
Em                    Cadd9                G
And she don't want to go outside tonight
       Em                       Cadd9
'cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland
  G
Or sells love to another man
Em         Cadd9               G
It's too cold outside
G              Em              C    G
For angels to fly

G              Em
Angels to fly
C         Em
To fly, fly
G        Em       D        Em
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
G          G
Angels to die

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• Cadd9
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• Em
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