Your Mother's Jam

If it wasn't for your mother's jam Nothing else would taste quite the same She taught me 'bout the cactus and the bees That's what makes the cherries sweet If it wasn't for your mother's jam I don't think you and me could be friends Just when I think that I'm getting bored That's when she takes it out the cupboard I've been watering the bings hangin' on the tree I think they sway up and down for me I think I'll water them some more cos they're so thirsty And when the sun leaves, they'll 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 let's hang cos I think I'll be just in time When the bread is rising in the oven, it's a sign for Jam, your mother's jam, your mother's Jam If it wasn't for your mother's jam I don't think I would understand How to age to perfection Spread it all over my complexion And when we all gather 'round to label the jars I feel like I'm writing miniature love letters I'm getting territorial urges with your dad Is it wrong that I get off when I'm making him mad? They say all the birds your age are flappin' down on pearl But all the bees are makin' honey for another girl So let's hang out cos I'm thinkin' I'll be just in time When the bread is rising in the oven It's a sign for Jam, your mother's jam, your mother's Jam Is it passe that I don't want any other? Spread it on buns with my favorite nut butter Sophisticated is my pallet, like a man I'm such a fan, such a fan, such a fan