He her to wait in the lobby While he finished his for the day Lying on the was the Christmas 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 beat escaping and swirling towards her And the lifted from the page
Dont leave a diva, never a diva, baby leave a diva, never make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, that never please her, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont a diva
Her blue-bowed shoes pointed at to two men in black Mumbling over a bad Too much and what to use for an ending
The door shut and she started to sing Out loud, throaty notes, spaced over magazine This one filled pastel and voile visions On the was a bride
Dont a diva, never leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Dont ever tease her, that will never please her, Dont leave a diva, make a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont leave a
He from his office on an F note Portable still in hand She had been waiting in the lobby a lot And waiting was never a occupation
He moved, motioning to her aria But she took advantage of his audience And her volume
The spring issue falling to the floor as she With higher notes, oohing from her lipstick-pressed She turned towards the stairway, an ascension was His eyes her shadow, eclipse-like As it passed across the