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