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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.
Translate to:
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.