<< Cruel Summer >>
--- Bananarama
The city is crowded, my friends are away, and I'm on my own.
It's too hot too handle, so I gotta get up and go.
It's a cruel, cruel summer.
Now you've gone.
Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel.
It's a cruel,
cruel summer.
Now you've gone.
You're not the only one.
Hot on the streets,
and the pavements are burning,
I sit around.
Trying to smile, but the air is so heavy and dry.