No two ways about it – this song is extremely creepy. Hovering around the object of your desire in the hope that somehow you’ll win them over with your relentlessness – it’s called ‘stalking’, and it’s usually remedied with a restraining order. Morrissey is hardly the first person to write a song about being a stalker, and although I suspect he’d be a pretty sad and harmless one, it’s a fine addition to the genre. Now obviously, there’s a lot to be said about how romanticizing pathological behavior is not real productive in terms of fostering a healthier social environment. Rather harmful, in fact. **Insert feminist rant about the pathology of male entitlement here** But romanticize these things we do, and if we’re being honest, we strongly relate to the sentiment. And if the person delivering the sentiment we relate to has great hair, the more deeply the sentiment is felt.