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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'll 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 you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door.
But young woman the 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 noses in.

She's just under the upper-hand.
And goes mad for a couple grams.
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 dude 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 Heroin 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 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, you're never coming back
She put you in her brother's hands only for him to formulate another plan
He's the fucking 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 grams.
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 an angel will die, covered in white
With closed eyes, and hoping for a better life
This time I'll fade out tonight,
Straight down the line.

Little lady,
You're trembling with fear,
Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer,
You're 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 cop is 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
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
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 you're gonna be stupid
'Cause 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 bitch 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 Mercs 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 grams.
And we 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,
Fly, Fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly.
Angels to die.



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    UnregisteredMar 13, 2012 at 10:32 am
    The next generation can do better, we need to pick ourselves up out of the gutter and start standing upto the bullys in this countrys, and im not just talking convicts im talking polititians
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    UnregisteredMar 6, 2012 at 7:42 pm
    She wasn't on the street, as suggested a few comments below. Being on the street would have been better for her, so that 'meaning' was pretty daft. Furthermore, this has nothing to do with any rubbish about not being able to trust anyone; this is about the fact that bad people are gonna stay bad people. If you're trapped, you can always, always escape - it's just a matter of throwing away any care you had of what people think of you, and screaming to the high heavens so the whole town knows - so the country knows - what you need saving from, because no matter what you've done, no matter what you're on the path to do, it is never, never to late to ask for help. Even when your mother's sent you away - hell, if your only family is using you and ready to kill you - there will be someone out there.

    Don't believe me? Don't believe you could go to a door - any door - and knock for help? Think about it. What would you do if this angel stood on your doorstep? Would you say 'ugh, whore, get lost' or would you let them in? You wouldn't know, at the time, the reason behind what she was doing, or the details - she'd be a total stranger. You wouldn't know that she'd been through this - for all you know, she could be just another kid who lost her bus fare or whatever and wants a fiver, which is why my opinion of the meaning of the song is this:

    If someone is crying out to you for help, you help them, and you help them enough to save them. It doesn't matter who they are, how old, where, or what they've done, because often, you won't know any of this until you've given them new clothes, food, a chance to wash, and privacy. What i'm saying is that people - not people like this angel, i mean the people around her, like the policeman - need to learn to let go of their pride, let go of what their friends will think of them, and when help is needed, to give it, and give it until they need help themselves.

    I'm not resricting this, either. I'm an atheist, and i follow these rules in life. It doesn't matter who you are. No excuses. If someone has their hands out for help, you can question them, their motives and whether or not they really need help after you have helped them. Sure, this means you're gonna lose out from time to time. It's just opening yourself to get conned. But that's the way it is. The bad people in life are gonna stay bad, and it's better to get tricked, and take a hit, than to refuse help on suspiscion of a trick, and end up being too late, as the policeman was.

    These are my opinions, though. You may think differently.

    It's your call.

    Her life.
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    UnregisteredMar 4, 2012 at 10:48 am
    It just shows , it dont mater how well we no sum1 wether friend family or folk , we never really safe if you think about it are we ?!
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    UnregisteredMar 3, 2012 at 1:09 pm
    Its a song which gives off such a strong message to everyone and how despite not always hearing about these particular cases, it still happens and people need to be aware as there are people in that situation who without help will end up in the same way as sung on the song, you cannot love this song without respecting every single lyric wrote as it just makes you aware of the pain and suffering of people who are forced into such a sick and dangerous business which they may need to survive.
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    UnregisteredJan 23, 2012 at 8:53 pm
    Little lady tells the story of countless young women around the world who have gotten caught up in a world of sex, drugs, and prostitution, and who are just looking for a way out. It demonstrates that it's not easy for a girl to get out of that life, and more often than not, they don't get out alive.

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