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 is 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.