Bananarama - Cruel summer
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
*It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Now you're gone
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
- language
english- text+music
- Sarah Dallin
S. Jolley
T. Swain
Siobhan Fahey
W. Wood - album
- Bananarama
- year
- 1984
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- 1948 times
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