Little Lady (feat. Mikill Pane)

Little Lady (feat. Mikill Pane)

Track by Ed Sheeran

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LYRICS

作詞:SHEERAN EDWARD CHRISTOPHER/SMITH UZOMBA JUSTIN

作曲:SHEERAN EDWARD CHRISTOPHER/SMITH UZOMBA JUSTIN

(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 no
your legs will ache if you try
& 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 were 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 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 thats
getting dough for him
'cause next you got poxy
authorities sticking their
noses in
(Chorus - Ed Sheeran)
She's just under the upper hand
Goes mad for a couple grams
& she don't wanna go outside,
tonight.
'cos in the pipe she'll fly to
the motherland and
Sell love to another man
It's too cold outside, for
angels to fly.
(Verse 2 - Mikill Pane)
Little lady, your mind you've
made up
Your injurys 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 stiched your top
lip
Last year when your pimp just
lost it
He wouldn't recognise if you
stared him in the face anyway
'cos all the heroin is making
you age
But your a heroin for taking
the strain of being a prostitue
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 your 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 the summer fans
See that you came to London to
get pimped by your Uncle, damn.
(Chorus - Ed Sheeran)
She's just under the upper hand
Goes mad for a couple grams
& she don't wanna go outside,
tonight.
'cos in the pipe she'll fly to
the motherland and
Sell love to another man
It's too cold outside, for

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