He her to wait in the lobby While he his calls for the day on the couch was the Christmas issue of 'New Life Magazine' She it up to her lap Silently praying through its of red and green
A opened across the way Its muffled beat escaping and towards her And the eyes lifted the page
Dont leave a diva, leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Dont ever tease her, that will never her, baby Dont leave a diva, make a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont a diva
Her shoes pointed at to two men in black t-shirts Mumbling over a bad Too Juno and what to use for an ending
The door clicked shut and she started to 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 leave a diva, never make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, that will never please her, Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Her intuition will condition, so dont leave a diva
He emerged his office on an F note Portable phone still in She had been in the lobby a lot lately And waiting was never a divas
He moved, motioning to her aria But she took of his cellular audience And her volume
The spring issue to the floor as she rose With higher notes, oohing from her lipstick-pressed She turned towards the stairway, an was occurring His followed her shadow, eclipse-like As it passed across the