He told her to wait in the While he finished his 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 across the way Its muffled beat and swirling towards her And the eyes lifted the page
Dont leave a diva, never a diva, baby leave a diva, never make a diva wait Dont ever her, that will never please her, baby leave a diva, never make a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so leave a diva
Her blue-bowed shoes pointed at to two men in black over a bad track Too Juno and what to use for an ending
The door clicked shut and she started to Out loud, throaty notes, spaced over another one filled with pastel and voile visions On the was a bride
Dont leave a diva, never a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, that will please her, baby leave a diva, never make a diva wait Her will change condition, so dont leave a diva
He from his office on an F note phone 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 increased her
The spring issue falling to the as she rose higher notes, oohing from her lipstick-pressed lips She turned the stairway, an ascension was occurring His eyes her shadow, eclipse-like As it passed the room