Devil Dressed In Chrome

I saw the devil in a chrome dress

Approached her, told her how I'm so blessed

She asked how so most the time you so stressed

She told me the right paths to not go left

Knock on wood, I pray to God that she knows best

So me I carry on with this progress

Digest some bits of information that she told less the time she spent speaking about all our acquaintances

I zoned out a couple times probably where our conversation ends

I hope we never speak again but we still remain the best of friends, I don't like pretense

The story's never over, its just until we meet again

Next day, check my phone, hello it is me again

Friends only ever text when they need something