Cruel Summer – Bananarama – letras

Hot summer streetsAnd the pavements are burningI sit aroundTrying to smile butThe air is so heavy and dryStrange voices are sayingThings I can’t understandIt’s too close for comfortThis heat has gotRight out of hand(Chorus)It’s a cruel, cruel summerLeaving me here on my ownIt’s a cruel, cruel summerNow you’re goneThe city is crowdedMy friends are awayAnd I’m on my ownIt’s too hot to handleSo I got to get up and go(Chorus)