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 gettin' 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 (Ooh-ooh-ooh) 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 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 (it's like I hear him now) I can hear him, now Um, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno We really need to know about Bruno Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno Isabella, your boyfriend's here Time for dinner A seven-foot frame, rats along his back (it was my wedding day; it was our wedding day) When he calls your name it all fades to black (we were gettin' ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky) Yeah, he sees our dreams and feasts on your screams (Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin) Don't talk about Bruno (Why did I talk about Bruno?) Not a word about Bruno (Never should've brought up Bruno)