she likes wearin' lipstick, she likes french cuisine
but she won't let me use my passion unless it's in a limousine.
she got me under pressure,
she got me under pressure.
she likes the art museum, she don't like pavlov's dog.
she fun at the mind museum, she likes it in a london fog.
she don't like other women, she likes whips and chains.
she likes cocaine and filppin' out with great danes.
she's about all i can handle, it's too much for my brain.
it's got me under pressure,
it's got me under pressure.
i'm gonna give her a message,
here's what i'm gonna say:
it's all over.
she might get out a nightstick
and hurt me real real bad
by the roadside in a ditch.
it's got me under pressure,
it's got me under pressure.
it's got me under pressure,
it's got me under pressure.