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