He told her to wait in the lobby
   While he finished his calls for the day
   Lying on the couch was the Christmas issue of
   "New Life" magazine
   She swept it up to her lap
   Silently praying through its pages of red and green
   A door opened across the way
   Its muffled beat escaping and swirling towards her
   And the eyes lifted from the page...
  
   Don't leave a diva, never leave a diva baby
   Don't leave a diva, never make a diva wait
   Don't ever tease her, that will never please her baby
   Don't leave a diva, never make a diva wait
   Her intuition will change condition
   So don't leave a diva
  
   Her blue-bowed shoes pointed to two men in black T-shirts
   Mumbling over a bad track
   Too much juno and what to use for an ending
   The door clicked shut and she started to sing
   Out loud, throaty notes
   Spaced over another magazine
   This one filled with pastel and voile visions
   On the cover was a bride...
  
   Don't leave a diva, never leave a diva baby
   Don't leave a diva, never make a diva wait
   Don't ever tease her, that will never please her baby
   Don't leave a diva, never make a diva wait
   Her intuition will change condition
   So don't leave a diva
  
   He emerged from his office on an F note
   Portable phone still in hand
   She had been waiting in the lobby a lot lately
   And waiting for never a diva's occupation
   He moved, motioning to quiet her aria
   But she took advantage of his cellular audience
   And increased her volume
   The spring issue falling to the floor as she rose
   With higher notes ohhing from her lipstick-pressed lips
   She turned towards the stairway
   An ascension was occuring
   His eyes followed her shadow, eclipse-like
   As it passed across the room...