He her to wait in the lobby he finished his calls for the day Lying on the couch was the Christmas of 'New Life Magazine' She it up to her lap Silently praying its pages of red and green
A door opened the way Its muffled beat escaping and towards her And the eyes lifted from the
Dont a diva, never leave a diva, baby Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Dont tease her, that will never please her, baby Dont a diva, never 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 over a bad track Too much Juno and what to use for an
The door clicked shut and she to sing Out loud, throaty notes, over another magazine This one with pastel and voile visions On the was a bride
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 a diva, never make a diva wait Her intuition will condition, so dont leave a diva
He emerged from his on an F note Portable phone in hand She had waiting 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 her volume
The spring issue to the floor as she rose With higher notes, oohing her lipstick-pressed lips She turned towards the stairway, an was occurring His eyes her shadow, eclipse-like As it across the room