Paroles de 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 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