Nine lives.
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This is the '90s and I need a lover with nine lives.
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With my bad self. If I really had nine lives.
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Ouh, ouh. If I really...
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Sing Stella
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(chorus)
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If I really had nine lives. I'd want a lover that controlled my mind.
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Someone who knows about the heavenly sin. How to kill with love again, again and again.
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When she calls me on the phone, she'll ask if I'm alone.
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Standin' at my door, lookin' mega-fine. A heck-a-pump body sayin': Good time.
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When all the others talk plenty of jive, my lover talks about nine lives.
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The first to promise I'll die from the heat, generated from the moment that our eyes meet.
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(repeat chorus)
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With my bad self.
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Life number three and number for are spent makin' love on the magic floor.
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It's got no walls so all can see. The way real love is supposed to be.
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Don't be ashamed, my lover said. Then she says "Mmm, I betcha I'm mega-jammin'".
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Life number five, six and seven. Need you to ask, go like heaven.
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(repeat chorus)
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With my bad self. Control me.
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If I really had nine lives. I'd want a lover that controlled my mind.
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To kill with love, we'd never die. We'd never long for, we'd never cry.
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If we live for havin' each other's touch. It's never too little, it's never too much.
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Play.
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With my bad self.
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With my... with my bad self.
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If I really had... if I really had... if I really had nine lives.
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This is the '90s, and everybody wants a lover.
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A life-long lover with nine lives.
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This is the '90s.
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Sing Stella.
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Call me up on the phone.
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I'll be here all alone.
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I'll be waitin' on you, baby.
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I'll be waitin' on you and your nine lives.
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Silence...
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Nine Lives
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