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 flippin' 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