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 praying its pages of red and green
A door opened the way Its beat escaping and swirling towards her And the eyes from the page
Dont leave a diva, leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a diva Dont ever her, that will never please her, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Her intuition will change condition, so leave a diva
Her blue-bowed shoes at to two men in black t-shirts Mumbling a bad track Too much and what to use for an ending
The door shut and she started to sing Out loud, throaty notes, over another magazine This one filled with and voile visions On the was a bride
Dont leave a diva, never leave a diva, Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Dont ever tease her, that will please her, baby Dont leave a diva, never a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont a diva
He from his office on an F note Portable still in hand She had waiting in the lobby a lot lately And waiting was a divas occupation
He moved, motioning to quiet her But she took advantage of his audience And increased her
The spring falling to the floor as she rose With higher notes, oohing her lipstick-pressed lips She turned the stairway, an ascension was occurring His eyes her shadow, eclipse-like As it passed across the