Friend of the Devil
I’m the girl with the devil on her back, because he’s a better friend than God has ever been.
At least he’s honest about what he wants,
And I know that when he gets it, he’ll still return my text messages, which is more than I can say about God.
Cuz I’ve been sending smoke signals his way since I learned how to light a match,
And all I’ve gotten was a bunch of smoke and mirrors.