Bananarama : Cruel Summer (1983)
Archive - June 4, 2008, 04:48 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 (What did they say) Things I can't understand It's too close for comfort This heat has got Right out of hand It's a cruel, (cruel,) cruel summer Leaving me here on my own It's a cruel, (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 It's a cruel, (cru.
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