He told her to in the lobby While he his calls for the day Lying on the couch was the Christmas issue of 'New Magazine' She it up to her lap Silently through its pages of red and green
A opened across the way Its beat escaping and swirling towards her And the eyes lifted from the
Dont a diva, never leave a diva, baby leave a diva, never make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, that never please her, baby Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont a diva
Her blue-bowed pointed at to two men in black t-shirts Mumbling a bad track Too much and what to use for an ending
The clicked shut and she started to sing Out loud, throaty notes, spaced over magazine This one filled with pastel and voile On the cover was a
Dont leave a diva, leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, that never please her, baby Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Her will change condition, so dont leave a diva
He emerged from his on an F note Portable still in hand She had been in the lobby a lot lately And waiting was never a occupation
He moved, motioning to quiet her But she took advantage of his audience And increased her
The spring issue to the floor as she rose With notes, oohing from her lipstick-pressed lips She turned towards the stairway, an was occurring His followed her shadow, eclipse-like As it across the room