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We don't 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 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
says: It looks 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 about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I him with the sound of sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees your and on your (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He me I'd grow a gut and like he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He me that the man of my dreams
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
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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 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
says: It looks 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 about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I him with the sound of sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees your and on your (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He me I'd grow a gut and like he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He me that the man of my dreams
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
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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