Back Room Brat

Grey in the beard, whiskey in the glass

Been watchin’ that little bitch work her ass

Half my age and twice the attitude

She knows I’m hard, she’s in the mood

Bends over slow to grab another bottle

Looks back over her shoulder like she’s got the throttle

Calls me “old man” with that filthy little grin

While she’s already planning how she’s gonna let me in

She wipes the bar, leans in real close

Whispers “You look tense… wanna get me on my knees?”

Then walks away swingin’ that tight little body

Knowin’ damn well she’s got me ready to snap

I’m gonna drag you to the back room, brat

Bend you over the cases and fuck that attitude flat

Pull that hair, slap that ass, make you take it deep

While you still act like you’re in charge — keep pretendin’, keep talkin’ shit

I’ll choke it out of you when I’m buried to the hilt

Back room brat, you’re about to get what you asked for

She serves the regulars, plays the sweet little tease

But every time she passes she “accidentally” brushes my knees

Leaves her scent on the air like a fucking challenge

I can already feel her throat when she finally gets managed

She’s the kind that needs a hand around the neck

Needs to be reminded who’s really in charge of this mess

I’ll pin her wrists above her head against the cold brick wall

And fuck that bratty mouth until she can’t talk at all

She wipes the bar, leans in real close

Whispers “You look tense… wanna get me on my knees?”

Then walks away swingin’ that tight little body

Knowin’ damn well she’s got me ready to snap

I’m gonna drag you to the back room, brat

Bend you over the cases and fuck that attitude flat

Pull that hair, slap that ass, make you take it deep

While you still act like you’re in charge — keep pretendin’, keep talkin’ shit

I’ll choke it out of you when I’m buried to the hilt

Back room brat, you’re about to get what you asked for

No more games, no more little looks

I’m gonna ruin that pretty face with every thrust

Make you drip down your thighs while you’re still talkin’ tough

Then turn you around and make you thank me for it

You wanted the old man? You’re fuckin’ getting him

I’m gonna drag you to the back room, brat

Bend you over the cases and fuck that attitude flat

Pull that hair, slap that ass, make you take it deep

While you still act like you’re in charge — keep pretendin’, keep talkin’ shit

I’ll choke it out of you when I’m buried to the hilt

Back room brat…

You’re mine now.