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 Essex girl
Who waits to be found
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 Essex girl
Who waits to be found.
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 Essex girl
Who waits to be found
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 Essex girl
Who waits to be found
No place in the world
For one Essex girl
For one Essex girl
No place in the world
No place in the world
For one Essex girl
Who waits to be found