Scout, Like Girl Scouts

You will never listen to A-Team the same again after this. This song “Little Lady” was actually written first, and they had him turn it down a bit and that song because A-Team.

 I cry every time I hear this song. It has such meaningful lyrics, just like all of Ed’s songs. Listen to it and read the lyrics.. Amazing

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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 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 tell them you got hit by a door  But young woman  The pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker  Medical attention could be fatal  ’Cause the cunt wouldn’t ever let a doctor near someone that’s getting dough for him  ’Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in

 She’s just under the upper hand  And goes mad for a couple grams  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  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 making you age  But your a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching bag  The funds you have left go where your from using Moneygram  Mother had to get you out the motherland to study  That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand  Little does she know your never coming back  She put you in her brother’s hand 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.

 She’s just under the upper hand  Goes mad for a couple grams  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 an angel will die, covered in white  With closed eyes and hoping for a better life  This time, we’ll fade out tonight,  Straight down the line.

 Little Lady, you’re trembling with fear  Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer  You’re sitting facing the 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  You’re causing scandal going mad in the ward now  The cop is 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 like your worth more than a dirty whore  You’re having a conversation you could be murdered for  You’re learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court  It’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 gonna be stupid  ’Cause an answer hasn’t come from your bruised lips, your 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 guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishness  You open the front door, he boots you in  There’s something 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 6 inch knife catches the sunlight  At this point your life flashes before your eyes  Your handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floor  Despite the mess there’s only one thing that’s caught his eye  And in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his niece  And dumps her body in the boot of his Merc in the street.  Little Lady left this earth in the worst way  All because she got a card on her 13th birthday

Dog: *opens up mouth and tater tots fall out*