Juan says she's a funny kind of girl Who sits on rooftops to escape the world She smokes her cigarettes and keeps a journal Dreaming of the day she'll fly to Londres [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/brazzaville/londres.html ] She lives with her folks in East L.A. She goes up to Hollywood to hear bands play She listens to Smiths cassettes and Robos with her friends on Friday nights Killin' time 'til the big flight
And she'll leave all the smog behind As the 747 starts to climb away In the big sky And the Virgin Atlantic life Will banish all the fear and all the strife As it takes her to Londres
Some cholos shot Flaco yesterday His wife has a little baby on the way Last night she heard helicopters It seems she hears them Every other day C'est muy mala suerte