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