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.
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