Little Lady

	  		 
 

Intro: 
| G           Dsus2 | G          D/F# | Em          C | G        Cadd9 | 
(play the last chord in each measure fleetingly to seque to the next bar) 

verse 1: (Rapped by Mikill Pane) 
G 
Listen 
G 
Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday 
G                D/F# 
It's 30 degrees, Thursday 
    Em                                          C    G 
You work late, you was with a perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes 
G 
Lady the word 'rape' sums up events that take place every night 
G 
You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if you try 
        Em                                        D 
And you remember that your punter went crazy last night 
             G 
You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face then you cry 
           Am 
Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for 
              C 
You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jaw 
             G 
They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure 
                  D 
They'll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door 
Am 
But young woman 
Am 
The pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker 
C 
Medical attention could be fatal 
                                    G 
'Cause the cunt wouldn't ever let a doctor near someone that's getting dough for him 
                  D 
'Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in 


 
             Em             Cadd9        
'cause she's just under the upper hand 
G 
And goes mad for a couple of grams 
Em                  Cadd9   
And she don't wanna go outside tonight 
         Em                    Cadd9 
'cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and 
G 
Sell love to another man, 
Em       Cadd9         G 
It's too cold outside 
    D         Em      C    G 
For angels to fly 
G         Em      C    G 
Angels to fly 



verse 2: (Rapped by Mikill Pane) 
G 
Little lady, your mind you've made up 
G 
Your injuries you can't hide with make-up 
              Em                              
You need some medical advice, you make up 
Em                  C 
A little lie to say just 
        G                                               D 
In case the doc opens his eyes and don't decide to play dumb 
G 
With any luck you'll see the same dude who stitched your top lip 
G                                  D 
Last year when your pimp just lost it 
G    D/F#        Em                                        C 
He wouldn't recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway 
               G 
'Cause all the heroin is making you age 
             Am 
But you're a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching bag 
    C 
The funds you have left go where you're from using Moneygram 
G 
Mother had to get you out the motherland to study 
D 
That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand 
Am 
Little does she know you're never coming back 
G/B C 
She put you in her brother's hand only for him to formulate another plan 
G 
He's the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer 
      D 
Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn. 


 
             Em             Cadd9        
'cause she's just under the upper hand 
G 
And goes mad for a couple of grams 
Em                  Cadd9  G 
And she don't wanna go outside tonight 
         Em                    Cadd9 
'cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and 
G 
Sell love to another man 
Em       Cadd9         G 
It's too cold outside 
    D         Em 
For angels to fly 

 
Am       G/B      C 
Now an angel will die 
              Em             
Covered in white 
                     G 
With closed eyes and hoping for a better life 
  Am                            C 
This time, we'll fade out tonight 
                  G                    
Straight down the line 


Instrumental - Guitar Solo: 
Em     C     G     G 
Em     C     G     G     Em 


verse 3: (Rapped by Mikill Pane) 
Am 
Little lady, you're trembling with fear 
     C 
Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer 
               G                                
You're sitting facing the detective, oh dear 
             D              D/C 
The meddling nurse couldn't just leave it 
                                 G               Am 
She's only gone and made it much worse calling police in 
       Am 
She'll never know the gravity of the damage she's caused 
                C 
You're causing scandal, going mad in the ward now 
                     G                              G/F# 
The cop is trying to calm you, telling you he won't let no one harm you 
         Am 
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 whore 
                G 
You're having a conversation you could be murdered for 
                      D                                       G/F# 
You're learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court 
             Am 
It's kicking knowledge you ain't ever heard before 
                                                G/B             C 
Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that it's hard 
        C 
He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card 
            G 
Begs you to use it 

He's useless if you're gonna be stupid 
                        D/F#                            
'Cause an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips, you're on your own 
Am 
You've gotta go and give your pimp what you owe 
                                C 
You reach your door and then it dawns that you've been followed home 
           G                            
Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat 
                      D/F# 
And then a voice says 'where you been bitch? I wanna know.' 
              Am 
No prizes for guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishness 
             C 
You open the front door, he boots you in 
                              G 
There's something new in him, he's silent now that fills you with terror 
D/F# 
Get your alibi straight, you could be killed for an error 
          Am 
He towers over you, the 6 inch knife catches the sunlight 
                   C 
At this point your life flashes before your eyes 
                      G 
Your handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floor 
                              D/F# 
Despite the mess there's only one thing that's caught his eye 
           Am 
And in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his niece 
              C 
And dumps her body in the boot of his Merc, t's in the street. 
       G 
Little lady left this earth in the worst way 
      D/F# 
All because she got a card on her 13th birthday 


Chorus: 
Em                      Cadd9        
'cause we're all under the upper hand 
G 
And go mad for a couple of grams 
Em                    Cadd9                G 
And she don't want to go outside tonight 
       Em                       Cadd9 
'cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland 
  G 
Or sells love to another man 
Em         Cadd9               G 
It's too cold outside 
G              Em              C    G 
For angels to fly 
G              Em       
Angels to fly 
C         Em 
To fly, fly 
G        Em       D        Em 
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly 
G          G 
Angels to die