He told her to wait in the While he finished his for the day Lying on the couch was the Christmas of 'New Life Magazine' She it up to her lap Silently praying its pages of red and green
A opened across the way Its muffled escaping and swirling towards her And the eyes lifted the page
Dont leave a diva, leave a diva, baby leave a diva, never make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, will never please her, baby Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so leave a diva
Her blue-bowed shoes pointed at to two men in t-shirts Mumbling a bad track Too much and what to use for an ending
The door clicked and she started to sing Out loud, throaty notes, spaced over magazine This one filled pastel and voile visions On the cover was a
Dont leave a diva, never a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never a diva wait Dont ever tease her, that never please her, baby Dont leave a diva, never a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont a diva
He emerged from his on an F note Portable phone still in She had waiting in the lobby a lot lately And waiting was never a occupation
He moved, motioning to quiet her But she took advantage of his cellular And her volume
The spring issue falling to the floor as she With notes, oohing from her lipstick-pressed lips She turned the stairway, an ascension was occurring His eyes her shadow, eclipse-like As it passed the room