Have you ever met a "Schemie Burd"

From the south side of the city

Where social housing's at it's worst

And life is pretty shitty.

 

Her attitude is hardened

By the things she's seen and done

Like a 'favour' for a taxi fare

Turning tricks for half a ton.

 

People take a second glance

When they pass her in the street

You can see she was a looker, once

Despite the craters and crow's feet.

 

She knows she had potential

To leave that life behind

But, too many "you're not good enoughs"

Soon made her change her mind.

 

She's just another "schemie burd"

You see 'em ten a penny

Double buggy, fag in hand

Looked down upon by many.

 

Maybe, in another life

Her kids would have a father

Her nails and hair immaculate

A wardrobe full of Zara.

 

Her head held high, a sense of pride

She walks through the estate

Just another "schemie burd"

Her life, her choice, her fate.