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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our 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
in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a lift with a gift so humbling
Always Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
he calls it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, 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 grow
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
to another
It's like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In doing 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 word about Bruno
I never shoulda up Bruno
We don't about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our 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
in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a lift with a gift so humbling
Always Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
he calls it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, 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 grow
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
to another
It's like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In doing 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 word about Bruno
I never shoulda up Bruno
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