Ed Sheeran – Little Lady (Guitar)
Capo 2
Key
-
Versions
(2)
Guitar Solo
Guitar
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
[Intro]
G - D - Em - C - G
[Verse 1: Mikill Pane]
G Listen, little lady D This is just the worst way to spend your birthday, 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 D You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if you try Em C And you remember that your punter went crazy last night G You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face then you cry Am Forget the visit to the clinic you was booked in for Cadd9 You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jaw G They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure D They'll know you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door Am But young woman, the pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker Cadd9 Medical attention could be fatal cause the c*** wouldn't G Ever let a doctor near someone that's getting dough for him D Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in
[Hook 1: Ed Sheeran]
Em Cadd9 She's just under the upper hand G Goes mad for a couple grams Em Cadd9 G And she don't wanna go outside, tonight Em Cadd9 Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland and G Sell love to another man Em Cadd9 G It's too cold outside Em C G For angels to fly Em C G For angels to fly
[Verse 2: Mikill Pane]
G
Little lady, your mind you've made upYour injuries you can't hide with make-up
D Em C You need some medical advice, you make up a little lie to say just G In case the doc opens his eyes and don't decide to play dumb G With any luck you'll see the same dude who stitched your top lip
Last year when your pimp just lost it
D Em C He wouldn't recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway G 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 Cadd9 The funds you have left go where your from using MoneyGram G Mother had to get you out the motherland to study D That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand Am Little does she know you're never coming back? Cadd9 She put you in her brother's hands only for him to formulate another plan G He's the f-ing cause of your appalling state, this summer D Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your uncle, damn
[Hook]
Em Cadd9 She's just under the upper hand G Goes mad for a couple grams Em Cadd9 G And she don't wanna go outside, tonight Em Cadd9 Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland and G Sell love to another man Em Cadd9 G It's too cold outside Am For angels to fly
[Bridge]
C An angel will die Em Covered in white G Closed eyes and hoping for a better life Am C This time, we'll fade out tonight Em C G Straight down the line
Em C G
[Verse 3: Mikill Pane]
Am Little lady, you're trembling with fear Cadd9 Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer G You're sitting facing the detective, oh dear
The meddling nurse couldn't just leave it
D She's only gone and made it much worse calling police and Am She'll never know the gravity of the damage she's caused Cadd9 You're causing scandal going mad in the ward now G The cop is trying to calm you, telling you he won't let no one harm you D The same question he keeps trying to ask you, "Who you working for?" Am He's talking to you like you're worth more than a dirty whore Cadd9 You're having a conversation you could be murdered for G You're learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court D He's kicking knowledge you ain't ever heard before Am Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that it's hard Cadd9 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 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 Cadd9 You reach your door and then it dawns that you've been followed home G Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat D And then a voice says, "Where you been b****? I wanna know" Am No prizes for guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishness Cadd9 You open the front door, he boots you in G There's something new in him, he's silent now that fills you with terror D Get your alibi straight, you could be killed for an error Am He towers over you, the 6 inch knife catches the sunlight Cadd9 G At this point your life flashes before your eyes, your handbag's dropped
And all the contents are all over the floor
D 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 Cadd9 And dumps her body in the boot of his Mercs in the street G Little lady left this earth in the worst way D All because she got a card on her 13th birthday
[Hook 2: Ed Sheeran]
Em Cadd9 And we're all under the upper hand G And go mad for a couple grams Em Cadd9 G And we don't wanna go outside, tonight Em Cadd9 Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland and G Sell love to another man Em Cadd9 G It's too cold outside Em C G For angels to fly Em C G For angels to fly Em C G Fly, fly Em For angels to fly C G To fly, to fly D G Angels to die