He her to wait in the lobby While he his calls for the day Lying on the couch was the Christmas issue of Life Magazine' She it up to her lap Silently praying its pages of red and green
A door opened the way Its muffled escaping and swirling towards her And the eyes from the page
Dont leave a diva, never leave a diva, Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, that will please her, baby Dont leave a diva, make a diva 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 Juno and what to use for an
The clicked shut and she started to sing Out loud, throaty notes, spaced over magazine This one with pastel and voile visions On the was a bride
leave a diva, never leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never a diva wait Dont ever tease her, that will please her, baby leave a diva, never make a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont leave a
He emerged from his on an F note Portable phone still in She had waiting in the lobby a lot lately And waiting was a divas occupation
He moved, to quiet her aria But she advantage of his cellular audience And her volume
The spring issue to the floor as she rose With higher notes, oohing from her lips She towards the stairway, an ascension was occurring His eyes her shadow, eclipse-like As it passed the room