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
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
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
But your a heroine for taking
the strain of being a prostitute
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 this summer
Fancy that
you came to London to get pimped
by your Uncle damn
She's just under the upper hand
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
Now an angel will die covered in
white
With closed eyes and hoping for
a better life
This time we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Little lady
you're trembling with fear
Your skinny frame kinda
resembles a deer
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 cop is 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 your 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
It'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 your gonna be
stupid
'Cause an answer hasn't come
from your bruised lips your 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 handbags 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 in the boot
of his Merc in the street
Little lady left this earth in
the worst way
All because she got a card on
her 13th birthday
And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we 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 and fly fly
For angels to fly to fly to fly
angels to die