Got Me Under Pressure
She likes wearin' lipstick, she likes French cuisinebut 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 is 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 nightstickand hurt me real real badby 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.