Bananarama
Cruel Summer
Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning I wait around
Trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry
The voices of strangers are whispering words I don't understand
They're 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

A city so crowded a street full of folk but I'm still alone
It's too hot to handle I wish I could get up and go

But it's a cruel... cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel... cruel summer
Now you're gone

Yes it's a cruel... cruel summer
Now that I'm here on my own
It's a cruel... cruel summer
Now you're gone