paroles de chanson Cruel Summer (’89 Swing Beat instrumental) - 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
(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 - you're not the only one
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) cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel (it's a cruel) cruel summer
Now you're gone - you're not the only one
It's a cruel (cruel) cruel summer
(Leaving me) leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel (it's a cruel) cruel summer
Now you're gone - you're not the only one