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.