Little Lady Guitar Chords Ed Sheeran

[Intro]
F Csus2 F C/E Dm Bb F Bbadd9
(play the last chord in each measure fleetingly to segue to the next bar)

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

[Chorus]
Sung by Ed Sheeran
Dm Bbadd9
’cause she’s just under the upper hand
F
And goes mad for a couple of grams
Dm Bbadd9
And she don’t wanna go outside tonight
Dm Bbadd9
’cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and
F
Sell love to another man,
Dm Bbadd9 F
It’s too cold outside
C Dm Bb F
For angels to fly
F Dm Bb F
Angels to fly

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

[Chorus]
Sung by Ed Sheeran
Dm Bbadd9
’cause she’s just under the upper hand
F
And goes mad for a couple of grams
Dm Bbadd9 F
And she don’t wanna go outside tonight
Dm Bbadd9
’cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and
F
Sell love to another man
Dm Bbadd9 F
It’s too cold outside
C Dm
For angels to fly

[Chorus 2]
Sung by Ed Sheeran
Gm F/A A#
Now an angel will die
Dm
Covered in white
F
With closed eyes and hoping for a better life
Gm A#
This time, we’ll fade out tonight
F
Straight down the line

[Instrumental]
Guitar Solo
[ Dm Bb F F ]
[ Dm Bb F F Dm ]

[Verse 3]
Rapped by Mikill Pane
Gm
Little lady, you’re trembling with fear
A#
Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer
F
You’re sitting facing the detective, oh dear
C C/A#
The meddling nurse couldn’t just leave it
F Gm
She’s only gone and made it much worse calling police in
Gm
She’ll never know the gravity of the damage she’s caused
A#
You’re causing scandal, going mad in the ward now
F F/E
The cop is trying to calm you, telling you he won’t let no one harm you
Gm
The same question he keeps trying to ask you ‘who’re you working for?’
A#
He’s talking to like your worth more than a dirty whore
F
You’re having a conversation you could be murdered for
C F/E
You’re learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court
Gm
It’s kicking knowledge you ain’t ever heard before
F/A A#
Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that it’s hard
A#
He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card
F
Begs you to use it

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

[Chorus]
Sung by Ed Sheeran
Dm Bbadd9
’cause we’re all under the upper hand
F
And go mad for a couple of grams
Dm Bbadd9 F
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
Dm Bbadd9
’cause in a pipe she’ll fly to the motherland
F
Or sells love to another man
Dm Bbadd9 F
It’s too cold outside
F Dm Bb F
For angels to fly
F Dm
Angels to fly
Bb Dm
To fly, fly
F Dm C Dm
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
F F
Angels to die