G Dsus2 G D/F# Em C G Cadd9 (play the last chord in each measure fleetingly to segue to the next bar) G Listen G Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday G 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 G 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 G You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face then you cry Am Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for C 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 your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door Am But young woman Am The pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker C Medical attention could be fatal G 'Cause the cunt wouldn't ever let a doctor near someone that's getting dough for him D 'Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in Em Cadd9 'cause she's just under the upper hand G And goes mad for a couple of grams Em Cadd9 And she don't wanna go outside tonight Em Cadd9 'cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and G Sell love to another man, Em Cadd9 G It's too cold outside D Em C G For angels to fly G Em C G Angels to fly G Little lady, your mind you've made up G 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 G With any luck you'll see the same dude who stitched your top lip G D Last year when your pimp just lost it G D/F# 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 C The funds you have left go where you're 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 G/B C She put you in her brother's hand only for him to formulate another plan G 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 Cadd9 'cause she's just under the upper hand G And goes mad for a couple of grams Em Cadd9 G And she don't wanna go outside tonight Em Cadd9 'cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and G Sell love to another man Em Cadd9 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 G Straight down the line [ Em C G G ] [ Em C G G Em ] 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 G 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 G 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 G 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 Cadd9 'cause we're all under the upper hand G And go mad for a couple of grams Em Cadd9 G And she don't want to go outside tonight Em Cadd9 'cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland G Or sells love to another man Em Cadd9 G It's too cold outside G Em C G For angels to fly G Em Angels to fly C Em To fly, fly G Em D Em Angels to fly, to fly, to fly G G Angels to die
Little Lady chords
by Ed Sheeran
The chords of Little Lady by Ed Sheeran are G, Dsus2, D/F#, Em, C, Cadd9, D, Am, G/B, D/C, G/F#. The level of this song is 5 out of 5, so very advanced.