He her to wait in the lobby While he his calls for the day Lying on the couch was the Christmas issue of 'New Life She it up to her lap Silently praying through its pages of red and
A opened across the way Its muffled beat escaping and swirling her And the eyes lifted from the
Dont leave a diva, never leave a diva, leave a diva, never make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, will never please her, baby Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Her intuition change condition, so dont leave a diva
Her blue-bowed shoes pointed at to two men in t-shirts Mumbling a bad track Too much Juno and to use for an ending
The door clicked and she started to sing Out loud, throaty notes, spaced over another one filled with 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, leave a diva, never make a diva wait Her intuition change condition, so dont leave a diva
He emerged from his office on an F Portable still in hand She had been waiting in the a lot lately And waiting was a divas occupation
He moved, to quiet her aria But she took advantage of his cellular And her volume
The spring issue falling to the floor as she With higher notes, oohing from her lips She turned towards the stairway, an was occurring His eyes followed her shadow, As it across the room