We Don't Talk About Bruno

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but

It was my wedding day (It was our wedding day)
We were getting ready and there wasn't 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 (I'm 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 don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno (Hey)

Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (Ch, ch, ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't 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 don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no (We don't talk about Bruno, no, no)
We don't talk about Bruno (We don't talk about Bruno)

He told me my fish would die
The next day: dead (No, no)
He told me I'd 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 the life 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 (Oye, Mariano's on his way)

He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach, betrothed to another
It's like I hear him now (Hey, sis)
I want not a sound out of you (It's like I can hear him now)
I can hear him now

Um, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
Isabela, your boyfriend's here
Time for dinner

It was my wedding day (It was our wedding day) (A seven-foot frame, rats along his back) (He told me that the life of my dreams) (Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling)
We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky (No clouds allowed in the sky) (When he calls your name it all fades to black) (Would be promised and some day be mine) (I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling, I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch ch ch)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (Thunder) (Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams) (He told me that my power would grow) (It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling, always left Abuela and the family fumbling)
You telling this story or am I (I'm sorry, mi vida, go on) (Like the grapes that thrive on the vine, I'm fine) (Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand, do you understand) (Oye, Mariano's on his way)
Bruno says: it looks like rain (Why did he tell us) (A seven-foot frame, rats along his back) (He told me that the life of my dreams) (He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach)
In doing so, he floods my brain (Abuela, get the umbrellas) (When he calls your name it all fades to black) (Would be promised and someday be mine) (Betrothed to another, another)
Married in a hurricane (What a joyous day) (Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams) (And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'll be fine) (And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine)

Hey, he's here
Don't talk about Bruno, no (Why did I talk about Bruno)
Not a word about Bruno (I never should have brought up Bruno)