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 !@%!e
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