Texas, "Just Hold On" (2005)

"If I see that it's eleven, I'll say it's seven, to spend more time with you."

Shar -- can I call you Shar? I get how you like this guy, and how much you want to be around him. (I mean, this slinky song is pleasant if rather rote, as the generic title suggests, but it does convey your sentiments. Sorta kinda. Nice ending, though, with the guitar strumming over the electronic bits.) But telling him it's seven when it's really eleven? No good can come of this.

1. He might have another appointment. You never know. We can hope it's not with another girl, of course, but whatever it is, he may have places to go, people to see. He'll end up late, and think: stupid cow.

2. He might think that you're illiterate, or incapable of telling time. (And he'll think: wow, stupid cow.) You're not, are you? Just in case you're really Fantasia:

This is eleven o'clock.


This is seven.


Eleven. (The clock is a minute fast. Don't worry about it.)


Seven.


One more time. Eleven.


Seven. (Possibly.)


Good luck, okay?