Cruel Summer (Steve Picardi o-my-beat-mix) - Bananarama

Cruel Summer (Steve Picardi o-my-beat-mix) Lyrics

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 handIt'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 goneThe 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 goIt'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 goneGonna feel only it wasIt'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 goneIt's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Now you're goneGonna feel only it wasIt'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 goneGonna feel only it wasIt'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
Songwriters
JOLLEY, STEVE / SWAIN, TONY / FAHEY, SIOBHAN / WOODWARD, KEREN / DALLIN, SARAHPublished by
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