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 praying through its pages of red and green
A door opened the way Its muffled escaping and swirling towards her And the eyes from the page
leave a diva, never leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a wait ever tease her, that will never please her, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Her will change condition, so dont leave a diva
Her blue-bowed shoes at to two men in black t-shirts over a bad track Too much Juno and to use for an ending
The door clicked shut and she to sing Out loud, throaty notes, spaced over another This one with pastel and voile visions On the was a bride
Dont leave a diva, never leave a diva, Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, will never please her, baby leave a diva, never make a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont leave a
He emerged from his office on an F phone still in hand She had been waiting in the a lot lately And waiting was never a divas
He moved, motioning to her aria But she took of his cellular audience And increased her
The spring issue to the floor as she rose With higher notes, oohing from her lips She turned the stairway, an ascension was occurring His followed her shadow, eclipse-like As it across the room