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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