Album: Americana
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
(Merci à Vince pour cettes paroles)