Из альбома: 30 Years of Bananarama
Hot summer streets
And the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile but
The air is so heavy and dry
Strange voices are saying
Things I can't understand
It's too close for comfort
This heat has got
Right out of hand
<i>It's a cruel, Cruel Summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Now you're gone</i>
The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I'm on my own
It's too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go
<i>It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Now you're gone</i>