Got Me Under Pressure

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's 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 Oh! I'm gonna give her a message And 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, oh!