Przemyslaw Budakiewicz
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.