This is the '90s and I need a lover with nine lives
With my bad self If I really had nine lives
Ouh, ouh If I really
Sing Stella

(chorus)

If I really had nine lives I'd want a lover that controlled my mind
Someone who knows about the heavenly sin How to kill with love again, again and again

When she calls me on the phone, she'll ask if I'm alone
Standin' at my door, lookin' mega-fine A heck-a-pump body sayin': Good time
When all the others talk plenty of jive, my lover talks about nine lives
The first to promise I'll die from the heat, generated from the moment that our eyes meet

(repeat chorus)

With my bad self

Life number three and number for are spent makin' love on the magic floor
It's got no walls so all can see The way real love is supposed to be
Don't be ashamed, my lover said Then she says "Mmm, I betcha I'm mega-jammin'"
Life number five, six and seven Need you to ask, go like heaven

(repeat chorus)

With my bad self Control me

If I really had nine lives I'd want a lover that controlled my mind

To kill with love, we'd never die We'd never long for, we'd never cry
If we live for havin' each other's touch It's never too little, it's never too much
Play

With my bad self
With my with my bad self

If I really had if I really had if I really had nine lives

This is the '90s, and everybody wants a lover
A life-long lover with nine lives

This is the '90s
Sing Stella

Call me up on the phone
I'll be here all alone
I'll be waitin' on you, baby
I'll be waitin' on you and your nine lives

Silence