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.
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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
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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.
- Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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