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 could 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, 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
 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
 Óye, 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
 Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
 Isabella, your boyfriend's here
 Time for dinner
 A seven-foot frame (it was our 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 (He told me that my power...)
 And feasts on your screams (...would grow, like the grapes)
 You telling this story, or am I?
 He's here
 Don't talk about Bruno, no! (Why did I talk about Bruno?)
 Not a word about Bruno
 I never should've brought up Bruno