i jus rewote the we dont talk about bruno lyrics but istead of bruno its danny ( i jus thought it was funny )

We don't talk about Danny, no, no, no! We don't talk about Danny... 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 Danny 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 Danny, no, no, no! We don't talk about Danny! Hey! Grew to live in fear of Danny 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 Danny, no, no, no! (We don't talk about Danny, no, no, no!) We don't talk about Danny (we don't talk about Danny!) 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! 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, Danny... Yeah, about that Danny... I really need to know about Danny... Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Danny (Isabella, your boyfriend's here) Time for dinner! A seven-foot frame (it was my wedding day, 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 (Danny walks in with a mischievous grin-) And feasts on your screams (thunder!) You telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on (óye, Mariano's on his way) Danny says, "It looks like rain" (a seven-foot frame, rats along his back) In doing so, he floods my brain Married in a hurricane He's here! Don't talk about Danny, no! (Why did I talk about Danny?) Not a word about Danny I never should've brought up Danny!