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