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.