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.

Legs

She's got legs, she knows how to use them.

She never begs, she knows how to choose them.

She's holdin' leg wonderin' how to feel them.

Would you get behind them if you could only find them?

She's my baby, she's my baby,

yeah, it's alright.

She's got hair down to her fanny.

She's kinda jet set, try undo her panties.

Everytime she's dancin' she knows what to do.

Everybody wants to see if she can use it.

She's so fine, she's all mine,

girl, you got it right.

She's got legs, she knows how to use them.

She never begs, she knows how to choose them.

She's got a dime all of the time,

stays out at night movin' through time.

Oh, I want her, said, I got to have her,

the girl is alright, she's alright.