Your Mother's Jam - Rose Hill Drive

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 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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