She likes wearin lipstick, she likes french cuisine
But she wont let me use my passion unless its in a limousine.

She got me under pressure,
She got me under pressure.

She likes the art museum, she dont like pavlovs dog.
She fun at the mind museum, she likes it in a london fog.
She dont like other women, she likes whips and chains.
She likes cocaine and filppin out with great danes.
Shes about all I can handle, its too much for my brain.

Its got me under pressure,
Its got me under pressure.

Im gonna give her a message,
Heres what Im gonna say:
its all over.
She might get out a nightstick
And hurt me real real bad
By the roadside in a ditch.

Its got me under pressure,
Its got me under pressure.

Its got me under pressure,
Its got me under pressure.