He her to wait in the lobby While he finished his for the day Lying on the couch was the Christmas issue of 'New Life She it up to her lap Silently through its pages of red and green
A door opened the way Its beat escaping and swirling towards her And the eyes lifted the page
Dont a diva, never leave a diva, baby Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Dont ever her, that will never please her, baby Dont a diva, never make a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so leave a diva
Her blue-bowed pointed at to two men in black t-shirts Mumbling over a bad Too Juno and what to use for an ending
The door shut and she started to sing Out loud, notes, spaced over another magazine This one filled with pastel and visions On the cover was a
Dont leave a diva, never a diva, baby Dont leave a diva, never make a diva Dont ever tease her, that will never her, baby Dont leave a diva, never a diva wait Her intuition will change condition, so dont leave a
He emerged his office on an F note Portable phone in hand She had waiting in the lobby a lot lately And waiting was never a divas
He moved, to quiet her aria But she took 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 the room