Well, why the hell not?
Inarguably the weirdest thing about Terence Trent D'Arby is that he looks like the lovechild of Brendan Fraser and Roland Gift if that lovechild had dreads. I was eight when this song hit the top of the charts. One could assume that nostalgia colors an affinity for this song, but one would be an asshole for doing so. It's a damn fine pop song. GFY.