♪♪♪ Bartender Betty's got a real big mouth ♪♪ Sally at the beauty shop will tell every blonde in town ♪♪ Pastor Pete'll pass and judge me like they pass a plate around ♪♪ Oh, some days, and some days ♪♪ I do my best to try and keep it to myself ♪♪ But you're all over my mind and I need somebody to tell ♪♪ When my heart is half broken, I feel like hell ♪♪ They're my holy trinity ♪♪ Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you ♪♪ They listen, don't judge me, they love me with or without you ♪♪ This whole town talks way too much ♪♪ They're the only ones I can trust ♪♪ Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you ♪♪ Yeah, they do ♪♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪♪ One's making bank, taking notes in a chair ♪♪ One's looking down from heaven when I'm sending up a prayer ♪♪ One's a call away when the others ain't there ♪♪ Yeah, they get me through what you put me through ♪♪ Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you ♪♪ They listen, don't judge me, they love me with or without you ♪♪ This whole town talks way too much ♪♪ They're the only ones I can trust ♪♪ Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you, yeah, yeah ♪♪ Jesus won't tell God, my mom won't tell my dad ♪♪ And my therapist contractually can't talk about all that ♪♪ Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you ♪♪ They listen, don't judge me, they love me like you don't know how to ♪♪ This whole town talks way too much ♪♪ They're the only ones I can trust ♪♪ Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you, yeah, they do ♪*