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.