She likes wearin′ lipstick

She likes French cuisine

But she won't let me use my passionUnless 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

Yeeow!

I'm gonna give her a message

And 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

Oh!