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 can 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 (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 (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 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 (like I can hear him now) I can hear him now Um, 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 telling this story, or am I? Oye, Mariano's on his way (I'm fine) 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 (and I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine) 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)

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)