Listen little lady

This is just the worst way to spend your birthday

It's thirty degrees Thursday

You work late you is 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 say you got hit by a door

But young woman your pimp sees you as nothin' 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 nose in

She's just under the upper-hand

And goes mad for a couple grammes

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 guy that stitched your top lip

Last year when your pimp just lost it

He wouldn't recognize you if you stared him in the face anyway

'Cause all the Herroin is making you age

But your a heroin for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching back the funds you have left go where you from using money gram

Mother had to get you out of 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 hands only for him to formulate another plan

He's the f**king 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

And goes mad for a couple grammes

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 a angel will die covered in white

With eyes closed and hoping for a better life

This time I'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

Little lady

Your trembling with fear

Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer

Your sitting facing a 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

Your causing scandal going mad in the ward now

The copper's 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 your worth more than a dirty whore

Your having a conversation you could be murdered for

Your learning more about exactly why you need bring him or her to court

He'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 ganna to be stupid

'Cause a 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**ch 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 six 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 caught his eye

And in the moment of rage he brutally murders his niece and dumps her body in the boot of his Merc's 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 grammes

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

Angels to die