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)
Are 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
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
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
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me, my fish would die, and the next day, dead
He told me, I'd grow a gut, and just like he said
He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head, oh, no
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
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
I can hear him now
Oh, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabella, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner!
A seven-foot frame (it was my wedding day)
Rats along his back (we were getting ready)
When he calls your name (and there wasn't a cloud in the sky)
It all fades to black (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Yeah, he sees your dreams (Bruno walks in)
And feasts on your screams (with a mischievous grin)
(Thunder) You're telling this story, or am I?
Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (a seven-foot frame, rats along his back)
In doing so, he floods my brain (when he calls your name, it all fades to black)
Married in a hurricane (he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams)
He's here!
Don't talk about Bruno (why did I talk about Bruno?)
Not a word about Bruno (I never should've brought up Bruno)
