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[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 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 you're 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 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
And 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 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 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 heroine 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 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 the summer
fancy 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
And 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
Now an angel will die, covered in white
with closed eyes, hoping for a better life
this time, we'll fade out tonight,
straight down the line.
[Verse 3 - Mikill Pane:]
Little lady, you're trembling with fear
your skinny frame kinda resembles the dear
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 in.
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
'cos 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
there'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 at 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
[Chorus - Ed Sheeran:]
We're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams;
And we 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,
For angels to fly,
To fly;
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly.
Angels die.
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 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 you're 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 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
And 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 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 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 heroine 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 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 the summer
fancy 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
And 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
Now an angel will die, covered in white
with closed eyes, hoping for a better life
this time, we'll fade out tonight,
straight down the line.
[Verse 3 - Mikill Pane:]
Little lady, you're trembling with fear
your skinny frame kinda resembles the dear
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 in.
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
'cos 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
there'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 at 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
[Chorus - Ed Sheeran:]
We're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams;
And we 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,
For angels to fly,
To fly;
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly.
Angels die.
Lyrics submitted by carlalsford, edited by 17SpdrMnky
Track duration: 05:29
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Much love to Ed Sheeran for bringing this story to life <3
Well one night after having sex with yet another strange man, she realizes her jaw has been hurt. So instead of going to the clinic(which was either to check for STDs or have a pregnancy test or something like that) she decides to go to the Whittington(a hospital in London) to have her injury looked at. She's hesitant to do this though because she knows her punter(her pimp) will be angry at her for doing so because then the cops will get involved.
She ends up going though because she can't hide what happened to her with make-up. She makes up a lie to tell just in case the doctor's decide not to pretend they don't know what happened. But of course, the nurse gets suspicious and doesn't believe the girl's story, so she called in the police. She started freaking out in the room even though the cops assured her he wouldn't let anyone hurt her again. She stays silent, but likes that he's talking to her like she's more than a dity whore. He gives her a card with his phone # on it before he leaves, begs her to use because if she doesn't there's no way he can help her.
She leaves to give her pimp all the money she owes him. But her pimp follows her home and because she's been gone so long, wants to know where she's been. Scared and nervous, she drops her bags on the floor. Even though there's a mess, all her pimp sees is the card the cop gave her. He gets angry at her for going to the cops so he murders her and dumps her body in the streets.
This song is so sad, but I love it<3
The girl got sent to her uncle, the pimp, by her mother who sent her to study, which says that she wasn't from England. Whittington is a hospital in London, and the clinic she was booked for was probably a sexual health clinic to check for STDs, to make sure her pimp's customers wouldn't want their money back.
A nurse at Whittington obviously was suspicious of her injuries and called the police, who talked to her. She thought no one could help her, so she just listened and heard the reasons why she needed to bring her uncle to justice. When she went home, her uncle found her and threatened her to tell him where she had been, carrying a large knife. Her handbag dropped, and he saw the card that the policeman had given her, which angered him. The uncle brutally murdered his niece, "all because she got a card on her 13th birthday".
It is very sad, and it makes me realize how much other people are suffering outside my own life.