Lyrics
Bartender Betty's got a real big mouth
Sally at the beauty shop will tell every blonde in town
Pastor Pete'll pass some judgement like they pass the plate around
On Sunday 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-broke and I'm feeling 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
One's making vain, 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, they do
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, oh
This whole town talks way too much (this whole town, way too much)
They're the only ones I can trust (I know I can trust)
Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you (oh, they know all about you)
Yeah, they do
WRITERS
Emily Falvey, Emily Landis, Joe Fox, Tiera Kennedy, Trannie Anderson
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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