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