He her to wait in the lobby While he his calls for the day Lying on the couch was the Christmas issue of Life Magazine' She it up to her lap Silently praying through its of red and green
A door opened the way Its muffled escaping and swirling towards her And the eyes lifted the page
leave a diva, never leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a diva Dont ever tease her, that will never her, baby Dont leave a diva, make a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont 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 clicked and she started to sing Out loud, throaty notes, spaced over magazine This one with pastel and voile visions On the was a bride
Dont leave a diva, never a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, that will never please her, Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont a diva
He emerged from his on an F note Portable phone still in She had been waiting in the lobby a lot And was never a divas occupation
He moved, to quiet her aria But she took advantage of his cellular And her volume
The spring falling to the floor as she rose With higher notes, from her lipstick-pressed lips She turned towards the stairway, an was occurring His eyes followed her shadow, As it passed the room