She's lost she's late

She's zooming on a couch somewhere

Or high or home

I'm not supposed to call her there



I wait I smoke

I stare into my coke

It's happening again

I tell myself that it's over and done amen



Her skin like milk

It's like she's never seen the sun

Some hearts to crunch

Is more like her idea of fun



I know she's ill

I'm cruising for a spill

I'm hanging just the same

I need to be in the heat

Of her cold white flame



CHORUS:

Another negative girl

At the edge of the frame

Deliciously toxic

The original classic thing - more of the same



She's in the zone

Crying on the phone

I need you here

I'm on the street again



Staggering out into the burn of the brain dead dawn

To arrive in time to find her gone



She's on the train

To somewhere up by Fordham Road

Her reptile brain

Locked down and ready in combat mode



Some cash - a key

This guy she has to see

A doctor friend uptown

And maybe she gets to me when she comes back down



CHORUS:

Another negative girl

Spinning out of the frame

Exquisitely limpid

The original classic thing - more of the same



A goof - a buzz

If that is what it was

Then how do you explain

The way she looks when she's

Dragging me out to dance with her

In the summer rain



CHORUS:

Another negative girl

At the edge of the frame

Exhausting and luscious

The original classic thing - more of the same