Lyrics: Bananarama. The Greatest Hits Collection. Cruel Summer.

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

(chorus)
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Now you've 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

(chorus)
You're not the only one
(chorus)

(Cruel Summer 89 only)
Who can I find while I'm trapped
Here inside these four walls

(chorus ad lib)