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conversations.value: Write me a song called Little Lady with the following description: Before the release of + (plus), Ed played a gig at a homeless shelter where he met a girl named Angel who had done a lot of drugs. She inspired the lines “It’s too cold outside for angels to fly” and “her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries.”
  “Little Lady” was the much darker and less radio-friendly version of Sheeran’s hit song “The A Team”. It features rapper Mikill Pane and appears on Ed Sheeran’s No. 5 Collaborations Project EP which was released early 2011. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Mikill Pane]
  Listen, little lady
  This is just the worst way to spend your birthday, it's 30 degrees, Thursday
  You work late, you was with a perv makin' 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 you're fibbin' 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 gettin' dough for him
  Cause next you got poxy authorities stickin' their noses in
  [Chorus: Ed Sheeran]
  She's just under the upper hand
  And goes mad for a couple grams
  And she don't wanna go outside, tonight
  'Cause, in a 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 [Verse 2: Mikill Pane]
  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 who stitched your top lip
  Last year when your pimp just lost it
  He wouldn't recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway
  'Cause all the heroin is makin' you age
  But you're a heroine for takin' the strain of bein' a prostitute and punching bag
  The funds you have left go where you're from usin' MoneyGram
  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 comin' 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
  [Chorus: Ed Sheeran]
  She's just under the upper hand
  And goes mad for a couple grams
  And she don't wanna go outside, tonight
  'Cause, in a pipe, she'll fly to the motherland
  And sell love to another man
  It's too cold outside
  For angels to fly [Bridge: Ed Sheeran]
  Now an angel will die, covered in white
  With closed eyes and hoping for a better life
  This time now, we'll fade out tonight
  Straight down the line
  [Verse 3: Mikill Pane]
  Little lady, you're tremblin' with fear
  Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer
  You're sitting facing the detective, oh, dear
  The meddlin' nurse couldn't just leave it
  She's only gone and made it much worse callin' police in
  She'll never know the gravity of the damage she's caused
  You're causing scandal goin' mad in the ward now
  The cop is tryin' to calm you, tellin' you he won't let no one to harm you
  The same question he keeps trying to ask you, "Who you working for?"
  He's talkin' to you like you're worth more than a dirty whore
  You're havin' a conversation you could be murdered for
  You're learnin' more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court
  He's kickin' 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 guessin' who it is, resistance would be foolishness
  You open the front door, he boots you in
  There's somethin' 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 handbag's dropped and all the contents are all over the floor
  Despite the mess there's only one thing that has 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 thirteenth birthday [Chorus: Ed Sheeran]
  And we're all under the upper hand
  And goin' mad for a couple grams
  And we don't wanna go outside, tonight
  'Cause, in a 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
  And fly, fly
  For angels to fly
  To fly, to fly
  And angels to die