Little Lady
Ed Sheeran
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- Cadd9
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G Dsus2 G (play the last chord in eachD/F# Em C G measure fleetingly to segue toCadd9 the next bar) [Verse 1] Rapped by Mikill PaneG ListenG Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthdayG D/F# It's 30 degrees, ThursdayEm You work late, you was with a pervC G making dirty fake love in his MercedesG Lady the word 'rape' sums up events that take place every nightG You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if you tryEm And you remember that your punterD went crazy last nightG You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face then you cryAm Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in forC You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jawG They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sureD They'll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a doorAm But young womanAm The pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hookerC Medical attention could be fatal 'Cause the cunt wouldn't ever let aG doctor near someone that's getting dough for himD 'Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in [Chorus] Sung by Ed SheeranEm Cadd9 'cause she's just under the upper handG And goes mad for a couple of gramsEm Cadd9 And she don't wanna go outside tonightEm 'cause in a pipe she flies to theCadd9 motherland, andG Sell love to another man,Em Cadd9 G It's too cold outsideD Em C G For angels to flyG Em C G Angels to fly [Verse 2] Rapped by Mikill PaneG Little lady, your mind you've made upG Your injuries you can't hide with make-upEm You need some medical advice, you make upEm C A little lie to say justG In case the doc opens his eyes andD don't decide to play dumbG With any luck you'll see the same dude who stitched your top lipG Last year when your pimp just lostD itG D/F# Em He wouldn't recognise you if youC stared him in the face anywayContinúa después del anuncioG 'Cause all the heroin is making you ageAm But you're a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching bagC The funds you have left go where you're from using MoneygramG Mother had to get you out the motherland to studyD That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper handAm Little does she know you're never coming backG/B C She put you in her brother's hand only for him to formulate another planG He's the fucking cause of your appalling state this summerD Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn. [Chorus] Sung by Ed SheeranEm Cadd9 'cause she's just under the upper handG And goes mad for a couple of gramsEm Cadd9 G And she don't wanna go outside tonightEm 'cause in a pipe she flies to theCadd9 motherland, andG Sell love to another manEm Cadd9 G It's too cold outsideD Em For angels to fly [Chorus 2] Sung by Ed SheeranAm G/B C Now an angel will dieEm Covered in whiteG With closed eyes and hoping for a better lifeAm C This time, we'll fade out tonightG Straight down the line [Instrumental] Guitar Solo[ Em C G G ][ Em C G G Em ] [Verse 3] Rapped by Mikill PaneAm Little lady, you're trembling with fearC Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deerG You're sitting facing the detective, oh dearD D/C The meddling nurse couldn't just leave it She's only gone and made it muchG Am worse calling police inAm She'll never know the gravity of the damage she's causedC You're causing scandal, going mad in the ward nowG The cop is trying to calm you,G/F# telling you he won't let no one harm youAm The same question he keeps trying to ask you 'who're you working for?'C He's talking to like your worth more than a dirty whoreG You're having a conversation you could be murdered forD You're learning more about exactlyG/F# why you need to help bring him or her to courtAm It's kicking knowledge you ain't ever heard before Just before he leaves, he reassuresG/B C you that he knows that it's hardC He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his cardG Begs you to use it He's useless if you're gonna be stupidD/F# 'Cause an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips, you're on your ownAm You've gotta go and give your pimp what you owe You reach your door and then itC dawns that you've been followed homeG Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throatD/F# And then a voice says 'where you been bitch? I wanna know.'Am No prizes for guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishnessC You open the front door, he boots you inG There's something new in him, he's silent now that fills you with terrorD/F# Get your alibi straight, you could be killed for an errorAm He towers over you, the 6 inch knife catches the sunlightC At this point your life flashes before your eyesG Your handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floorD/F# Despite the mess there's only one thing that's caught his eyeAm And in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his nieceC And dumps her body in the boot of his Merc, t's in the street.G Little lady left this earth in the worst wayD/F# All because she got a card on her 13th birthday [Chorus] Sung by Ed SheeranEm Cadd9 'cause we're all under the upper handG And go mad for a couple of gramsEm Cadd9 And she don't want to go outsideG tonightEm 'cause in a pipe she'll fly toCadd9 the motherlandG Or sells love to another manEm Cadd9 G It's too cold outsideG Em C For angels to flyGG Em Angels to flyC Em To fly, flyG Em D Em Angels to fly, to fly, to flyG G Angels to die
Composición: Joseph Ellis-Stephenson, Jake Gosling y Ed Sheeran
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