Lyrics:

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: