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Little Lady - Ed Sheeran feat  Mikill Pane Lyrics chords
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Ed Sheeran - Little Lady chords with lyrics - feat. Mikill Pane

A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ E _ F#m _ .
_ _ D _ A _ _ _ Listen, little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday.
It's E 30 degrees, F# Thursday, you work late.
You was with a D perv making A 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 are E lake if you try.
F# Then you remember that your punter went D crazy last A night.
You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face, then you cry.
Forget the D visit to the clinic you were booked in for.
You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jaw.
A They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure.
E They'll know you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door.
Bm But young woman, the pimp sees you as nothing but a D dumb hooker.
Medical attention could be fatal,.
cause the A cunt wouldn't ever let a doctor near someone that's getting E doped for him.
Cause next you got poxy authority sticking their F#m noses in.
She's just D under the upper A hand, and goes mad for a couple grams.
F#m.
And she don't Bm wanna go A outside tonight.
F#m Cause in the pipes, she'll Bm fly to the A motherland and sell love to another man.
F#m.
It's too D cold A outside E for angels F#m to fly.
E _ A _ _ For angels F#m to fly.
D _ _ A _ _ _ _ .
Little lady, your mind you've made up.
Your injuries you can't hide with makeup.
E You need F#m some medical advice, you make up.
A little E light to say A 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 E lost it.
He F#m wouldn't recognize you if you stared him in the G# face anyway.
A Cause all the heroin is making you age.
But you're a heroine for Bm taking the strain of being a prostitute and D punching back.
The funds you have left go where you're from using A money gram.
Mother had to get you out of the motherland to E study.
That was all she struggled to have, a single daughter with the upper hand.
Bm Little does she know you're never coming back.
D She put you in her brother's hands only for him to formulate A another plan.
He's the fucking cause of your appalling state this E summer.
Fancy that you came to London to get pimped by your F#m uncle.
She's just Bm under the upper A hand.
And goes mad for a couple grams.
F#m.
And she don't Bm wanna go A outside tonight.
F#m Cause in the pipes you'll D fly to the A motherland and sell love to another man.
F#m.
It's too Bm cold A outside for angels Bm to fly.
Now an angel will A die E covered F#m in white.
With closed A eyes and hoping for a better life.
Bm.
This time I will fade out D tonight straight down F#m the line.
Bm _ _ A _ _ _ _ F#m _ .
_ Bm _ _ A _ _ _ _ .
Little lady, you're trembling with fear.
D Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer.
A You're sitting facing a detective, oh dear.
The meddling nurse couldn't just C#m leave it.
She's only gonna make it much worse calling Bm police.
And she'll never know the gravity of the damage she's D caused.
You're causing scandal going mad in the A ward now.
The cop is trying to calm you.
Telling you he won't let no one C#m harm you.
The same question he keeps trying to ask you.
Who you Bm working for.
He's talking to you like you're worth more than a D dirty whore.
You're having a conversation you could be A murdered for.
You're learning more about exactly why you need to help.
Bring him or E her to court.
He's kicking knowledge you ain't ever heard before.
Bm Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that it's D hard.
He underlines a mobile number you can A phone on his card.
Begs you to use it.
He's useless if you're gonna be E stupid.
Cause an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips.
You're Bm on your own.
You've gotta go and give your pimp what you owe.
D You reach a door and then it dawns that you've been A followed home.
Before you turn around, you feel a cold blade on your throat.
E And then the voice says, where you been bitch.
I wanna know.
Bm No prizes for guessing who it is.
Resistance would be D foolishness.
You open the front door.
He boots you in.
A Here's something new in him.
He's silent now.
That fills you with E terror.
Get your alibi straight.
You could be killed for an error.
Bm He towers over you.
The six-inch knife catches the D sunlight.
At this point, your life flashes before your eyes.
Your A handbag's dropped and all the contents are all over the floor.
E Despite the mess, there's only one thing that's caught his eye.
Bm And in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his D niece.
And dumps her body in the boot of his Merckx in the A street.
Little lady left this earth in the E worst way.
All because she got a card on her 13th F#m birthday.
Ooh, Bm under the upper A hand.
A gold match for a couple grams.
F#m And we don't D wanna go A outside tonight.
F#m Cause in a pipe, she'll D fly to the A motherland.
And send love to another man.
F#m It's too Bm cold A outside E for A angels F#m to fly.
Bm _ _ A _ For angels F#m to Bm fly.
_ A _ _ And F#m fly, _ D _ A fly.
For F#m angels to fly.
Bm To fly, A to fly.
For angels to
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