Try to run from glucose. You can’t.

When you’re a diabetic in my place, everything comes back to glucose. You can’t escape it, even from songs.

You can take all the tea in China
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail right around the seven oceans
Drop it straight into the deep blue sea
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee