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.