He told her to in the lobby While he finished his for the day on the couch was the Christmas issue of 'New Life Magazine' She it up to her lap Silently through its pages of red and green
A opened across the way Its muffled escaping and swirling towards her And the lifted from the page
Dont a diva, never leave a diva, baby Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Dont ever tease her, that never please her, baby Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Her intuition change condition, so dont leave a diva
Her blue-bowed shoes pointed at to two men in black 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, spaced over magazine This one filled pastel and voile visions On the was a bride
Dont a diva, never leave a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, make a diva wait Dont tease her, that will never please her, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a wait Her will change condition, so dont leave a diva
He emerged his office on an F note phone 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 advantage of his cellular audience And increased her
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 followed her shadow, eclipse-like As it passed across the