I had written a song about a year previous titled "She Ain't No Human." There was one teensy problem with it, in that I came across as some obsessed weirdo.
Though that much is true, I didn't see much upside in proclaiming it to the world. So I set about writing a new chorus for it, and tentatively renamed the title. I was quite pleased with the rewrite, especially the line "Were she a rebel, she'd cause an uprising," which not only contained a wickedly crafted double-entendre but also the correct use of the future subjunctive mood.
So I wasn't just the creepy guy in the stockroom. I was the creepy guy with impeccable grammar in the stockroom.