Jesus, My Mama, My Therapist

[Verse 1]
Bartender Betty's got a real big mouth
Sally at the beauty shop will tell every blonde in town
Pastor Peter passing 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

[Chorus]
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
Thеy're the only ones I can trust
Jеsus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you
Yeah, they do

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
Jesus won't tell God
My mom won't tell my dad
And my therapist contractually can't talk about all that

[Chorus]
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
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, 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