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 [bad word] 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,
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 [bad word] to have a single daughter with the upper hand.
Little does she know, your [bad word] back
She put you in her brother's hands only for him to formulate another plan
He's the [bad word] cause of your appalling state this summer
Fancy that? You came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, [bad word] 

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
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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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] from your [bad word] 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 'w