Текст песни Cruel Summer, 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
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
It s a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It s a cruel, cruel summer
Now you re gone
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
It s a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It s a cruel, cruel summer
Now you re gone
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