YAAAAAS MY BABY QUEEN KILL THE PIG FACED DEAD PLATYPUS HAIRD ONION SMELLING PICKLE NOSED BITCH AS YOU SHOULD
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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
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
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, rats along his back
would be promised and someday be mine
sh sh sh
You telling this story or am I?
Óye, 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
and im fine and im fine im fine
Don’t talk about Bruno, no (why did I talk about Bruno?)
Not a word about Bruno
I never should’ve brought up Bruno!
?wisterias lullaby hallucinations?
YAAAAAS MY BABY QUEEN KILL THE PIG FACED DEAD PLATYPUS HAIRD ONION SMELLING PICKLE NOSED BITCH AS YOU SHOULD
.
.
.
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
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
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, rats along his back
would be promised and someday be mine
sh sh sh
You telling this story or am I?
Óye, 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
and im fine and im fine im fine
Don’t talk about Bruno, no (why did I talk about Bruno?)
Not a word about Bruno
I never should’ve brought up Bruno!
Raeven
is that person high?? ^
kuroo.sans
uwahh kaishan is so cutee
ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ Bossa nova-chan Brazilian butterfly *っ(≧◡≦)
ok?…
Marietta2
Yo why the lyrics
Shisomi
@Raeven hahahha ikr ik that guy that person do the same thing on the other comment section ??
_mila-
@ *star* wisterias lullaby hallucinations *moon* you forgot the *disney intro begins*
Jeszz04
Awww!!! I am in love with the story!!
Thank you soo much for your hard work!!!
patiently waiting for the next chap!!!
default lesbian
yay!!! update!!! also i see they’re Crown again, lol. loveee thisss
BL_Lover
Love this
ariana giyu
adorable
Nee-sann
They are so damn adorable this story makes me feel warm and fuzzy ?
Darkness
They’re so fricking cute
?wisterias lullaby hallucinations?
not yall coming after me for my great sining ??
Truck-sama
@?wisterias lullaby hallucinations?
so confident, i like that
Soleil
@?wisterias lullaby hallucinations? you can’t even spell correctly, and stfu you’re annoying.
deenu89
@?wisterias lullaby hallucinations? Encanto????
ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ Bossa nova-chan Brazilian butterfly *っ(≧◡≦)
Vera is my mother’s name??
Diyot
Hahaha kashan didn’t even know he did something wrong