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