| She likes wearin' lipstick, she likes French cuisine
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| but she won’t let me use my passion unless it’s in a limousine.
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| She got me under pressure,
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| she got me under pressure.
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| She likes the art museum, she don’t like Pavlov’s dog.
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| She fun at the mind museum, she likes it in a London fog.
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| She don’t like other women, she likes whips and chains.
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| She likes cocaine and filppin' out with great Danes.
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| She’s about all I can handle, it’s too much for my brain.
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| It’s got me under pressure,
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| It’s got me under pressure.
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| I’m gonna give her a message,
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| here’s what I’m gonna say:
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| «It's all over.»
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| She might get out a nightstick
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| and hurt me real real bad
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| by the roadside in a ditch.
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| It’s got me under pressure,
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| it’s got me under pressure.
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| It’s got me under pressure,
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| it’s got me under pressure. |