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 a 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.
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