Ed Sheeran Lyrics

Little Lady

( feat. Mikill Pane )

[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 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

The pimp sees 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 poxy authorities sticking

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 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.

[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 making you age