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If it wasnât for your motherâs jam
Nothing else would taste quite the same
She taught me âbout the cactus and the bees
Thatâs what makes the cherries sweet
If it wasnât for your motherâs jam
I donât think you and me could be friends
Just when I think that Iâm getting bored
Thatâs when she takes it out the cupboard
Iâve been watering the bings hanginâ on the tree
I think they sway up and down for me
I think Iâll water them some more cos theyâre so thirsty
And when the sun leaves, theyâll be ripe for picking
They say all the birds your age are flappin down on pearl
But the bees are making honey for another girl
So letâs hang cos I think Iâll be just in time
When the bread is rising in the oven, itâs a sign for
Jam, your motherâs jam, your motherâs
If it wasnât for your motherâs jam
I donât think I would understand
How to age to perfection
Spread it all over my complexion
And when we all gather âround to label the jars
I feel like Iâm writing miniature love letters
Iâm getting territorial urges with your dad
Is it wrong that I get off when Iâm making him mad?
They say all the birds your age are flappinâ down on pearl
But all the bees are makinâ honey for another girl
So letâs hang out cos Iâm thinkinâ Iâll be just in time
When the bread is rising in the oven
Itâs a sign for
Jam, your motherâs jam, your motherâs
Is it passe that I donât want any other?
Spread it on buns with my favorite nut butter
Sophisticated is my pallet, like a man
Iâm such a fan, such a fan, such a fan