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 

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 

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 

Another negative girl 
At the edge of the frame 
Exhausting and luscious 
The original classic thing - more of the same