I guard what’s yours, then demand a tiny metal bribe.

I dance in the dark I’m gone, then I’m back I shine from a wick Who am I, so quick?

Where the waves hit the land I hold cliffs and the strand I am where the road ends Where you meet up with friends I don't like to boast But I rhyme with most

I am a long, hard stretch built for heavy friction, where drivers love to slide smoothly up and down my hilly curves.

I once had a dial. Then buttons. I had my own booth that some would use to change from normal clothes into undergarments. Now, I just own everybody. What am I?