He her to wait in the lobby he finished his calls for the day Lying on the couch was the Christmas issue of 'New Magazine' She it up to her lap Silently praying through its pages of red and
A door across the way Its beat escaping and swirling towards her And the lifted from the page
Dont leave a diva, never leave a diva, Dont leave a diva, never a diva wait Dont ever her, that will never please her, baby leave a diva, never make a diva wait Her will change condition, so dont leave a diva
Her shoes pointed at to two men in black t-shirts Mumbling a bad track Too Juno and what to use for an ending
The door clicked and she started to sing Out loud, throaty notes, over another magazine This one filled with pastel and voile On the was a bride
Dont leave a diva, never a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a diva Dont ever tease her, will never please her, baby Dont a diva, never make a diva 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 in the lobby a lot lately And waiting was a divas occupation
He moved, to quiet her aria But she took of his cellular audience And increased her
The spring issue falling to the floor as she With higher notes, oohing from her lipstick-pressed She turned towards the stairway, an was occurring His eyes her shadow, eclipse-like As it passed across the