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