Key: G
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D2
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D/F#
Em
C
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C9
(play the last chord in each measure fleetingly to seque to the next bar)
verse 1: (Rapped by Mikill Pane)
G
Listen
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Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday
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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
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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
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You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face then you cry
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Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for
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You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jaw
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They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure
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They'll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
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But young woman
Am
The pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker
C
Medical attention could be fatal
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'Cause the cunt wouldn't ever let a doctor near someone that's getting dough for him
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'Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in
Em
C9
'cause she's just under the upper hand
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And goes mad for a couple of grams
Em
C9
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
Em
C9
'cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and
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Sell love to another man,
Em
C9
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It's too cold outside
D
Em
C
G
For angels to fly
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Em
C
G
Angels to fly
verse 2: (Rapped by Mikill Pane)
G
Little lady, your mind you've made up
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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
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With any luck you'll see the same dude who stitched your top lip
G
D
Last year when your pimp just lost it
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D/F#
Em
C
He wouldn't recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway
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'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
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Mother had to get you out the motherland to study
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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
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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
C9
'cause she's just under the upper hand
G
And goes mad for a couple of grams
Em
C9
G
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
Em
C9
'cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and
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Sell love to another man
Em
C9
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
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Straight down the line
Em
C
G
Em
C
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
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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
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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
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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
Em
C9
'cause we're all under the upper hand
G
And go mad for a couple of grams
Em
C9
G
And she don't want to go outside tonight
Em
C9
'cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland
G
Or sells love to another man
Em
C9
G
It's too cold outside
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Em
C
G
For angels to fly
G
Em
Angels to fly
C
Em
To fly, fly
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Em
D
Em
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
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Angels to die