Words: j. stacy / j. brucker

Music: j. stacy



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...



(chorus)



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...






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