Nine Lives

<br>Nine lives.<br><br>This is the `90s and I need a lover with nine lives.<br>With my bad self. If I really had nine lives.<br>Ouh, ouh. If I really...<br>Sing Stella<br><br>(chorus)<br>If I really had nine lives. I`d want a lover that controlled my mind.<br>Someone who knows about the heavenly sin. How to kill with love again, again and again.<br><br>When she calls me on the phone, she`ll ask if I`m alone.<br>Standin` at my door, lookin` mega-fine. A heck-a-pump body sayin`: Good time.<br>When all the others talk plenty of jive, my lover talks about nine lives.<br>The first to promise I`ll die from the heat, generated from the moment that our eyes meet.<br><br>(repeat chorus)<br><br>With my bad self.<br><br>Life number three and number for are spent makin` love on the magic floor.<br>It`s got no walls so all can see. The way real love is supposed to be.<br>Don`t be ashamed, my lover said. Then she says &quot;Mmm, I betcha I`m mega-jammin`&quot;.<br>Life number five, six and seven. Need you to ask, go like heaven.<br><br>(repeat chorus)<br><br>With my bad self. Control me.<br><br>If I really had nine lives. I`d want a lover that controlled my mind.<br><br>To kill with love, we`d never die. We`d never long for, we`d never cry.<br>If we live for havin` each other`s touch. It`s never too little, it`s never too much.<br>Play.<br><br>With my bad self.<br>With my... with my bad self.<br><br>If I really had... if I really had... if I really had nine lives.<br><br>This is the `90s, and everybody wants a lover.<br>A life-long lover with nine lives.<br><br>This is the `90s.<br>Sing Stella.<br><br>Call me up on the phone.<br>I`ll be here all alone.<br>I`ll be waitin` on you, baby.<br>I`ll be waitin` on you and your nine lives.<br><br>Silence...