Her friends crack along on the pavement
In white plastic skyscraper heels
They descend on the raves in (the) Southend
As she looks from the train and reveals
"I'm left unashamed by my family
Or the message my ankle chain sends
But the jokes from (the) Eastenders cut deep
And the ridicule wears very thin"
No place in the world
For one Ess** girl
Who waits to be found
[x2]
In a loaded down white Ford Fiesta
On the A13 north of the pier
Kylie keeps time with the markers
And the Friday night stockings are sheer
These weekends have grown to be reckless
And her friends they could never relate
The discos are fine for the moment
But she dreams of the day she'll escape
No place in the world
For one Ess** girl
Who waits to be found
[x2]
The house music bleeds from the ceiling
While the bits and the skirts line the wall
Jokes told 'bout the bristols on crumpets
Is a Zeppelin race too close to call
White Diamonds from chavs for the first round
Who negotiate ways to get home
But despite who she might leave the club with
In the morning she wakes up alone
No place in the world
For one Ess** girl
Who waits to be found
[x4]
High Streets exploding with tracksuits
On Sunday the sling backs are off
Pink Kappa handbags at Lakeside
Where nightclubbing girls become mums
The eyeliner pencils meet garters
To keep warm on those Colchester nights
She's not yet prepared for the routine
Or a life spent with pushchairs and pints
No place in the world
For one Ess** girl
Who waits to be found
[x4]
No place in the world
For one Ess** girl
For one Ess** girl
No place in the world
No place in the world
For one Ess** girl
Who waits to be found