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.