He told her to in the lobby While he finished his for the day on the couch was the Christmas issue 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 swirling her And the eyes lifted from the
leave 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, never make a diva Her intuition will change condition, so dont leave a
Her blue-bowed shoes pointed at to two men in t-shirts Mumbling a bad track Too much and what to use for an ending
The door clicked shut and she to sing Out loud, throaty notes, over another magazine This one filled pastel and voile visions On the cover was a
Dont a diva, never leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never 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
He from his office on an F note Portable still in hand She had been waiting in the a lot lately And waiting was never a occupation
He moved, motioning to her aria But she took advantage of his cellular And her volume
The issue falling to the floor as she rose With higher notes, oohing from her lipstick-pressed She turned towards the stairway, an was occurring His followed her shadow, eclipse-like As it passed the room