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 R**e sums up events
That take place every night
You wanna get up
But you no your legs will ache if you try
Then 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 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 h****r
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
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
For angels to fly
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 you
If you stared him in the face anyway
'Cos all the h****n is making you age
But you're 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
But 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 f**king cause of your
Appalling state the 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
'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 I will fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Little lady your trembling with fear
You're skinny frame kinda ressembles 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 coppers 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 you like
You're worth more than a D***y W***e
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 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 B***h
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
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
Fly fly for angels to fly
To fly to fly
Angles to die