He told her to wait in the While he 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 of red and green
A door across the way Its muffled beat escaping and towards her And the lifted from the page
leave a diva, never leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Dont ever her, that will never please her, baby Dont leave a diva, never a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so 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 shut and she started 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, leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Dont ever tease her, that never please her, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a diva Her will change condition, so dont leave a diva
He from his office on an F note Portable phone still in She had waiting in the lobby a lot lately And waiting was never a divas
He moved, motioning to her aria But she advantage of his cellular audience And increased her
The issue falling to the floor as she rose With higher notes, oohing her lipstick-pressed lips She towards the stairway, an ascension was occurring His eyes followed her shadow, As it passed the room