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