One Essex Girl

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