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