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