We Don't Talk About Bruno

We dont talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
We dont talk about Bruno... but
It was my wedding day
It was our wedding day
We were getting ready, and there wasnt a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin-
Thunder!
You telling this story, or am I?
Im sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says, 'It looks like rain'
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day... but anyway
We dont talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
We dont talk about Bruno!
Hey! Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch
Its a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldnt understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame
Rats along his back
When he calls your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams
And feasts on your screams (hey!)
We dont talk about Bruno, no, no, no! (We dont talk about Bruno, no, no, no!)
We dont talk about Bruno (we dont talk about Bruno!)
He told me my fish would die
The next day: dead! (No, no!)
He told me Id grow a gut!
And just like he said... (no, no!)
He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head (no, no! Hey!)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!
He told me that thelife of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine
Óye, Marianos on his way
He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
Its like I hear him now
Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you (its like I can hear him now)
I can hear him now
Um, Bruno...
Yeah, about that Bruno...
I really need to know about Bruno...
Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabella, your boyfriends here)
Time for dinner!
A seven-foot frame (it was my wedding day, it was our wedding day)
Rats along his back (we were getting ready )
When he calls your name (and there wasnt a cloud in the sky)
It all fades to black (no clouds allowed in the sky!)
Yeah, he sees your dreams (Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin-)
And feasts on your screams (thunder!)
You telling this story, or am I?
Im sorry, mi vida, go on (óye, Marianos on his way)
Bruno says, 'It looks like rain' (a seven-foot frame, rats along his back)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane
Hes here!
Dont talk about Bruno, no! (Why did I talk about Bruno?)
Not a word about Bruno!
I never shouldve brought up Bruno!