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.