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.