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