Plan of Attack - Laura Carbone

Fakes on the floor

Specialist lights

Move it on up

Those dance floor fights

Babes on heels and

Boys on speed

I got the golden glow

On a higher degree

Tights are tight and

Mascara is black

All down the line it’s a Plan of Attack

This is a Plan

This is a Plan

This is a Plan

It is a Plan of Attack

Fabulous stench

Perfume’n hot smoke

Sippin all up and

Cheers to the crowd

My minds blowing out in

Constant contrast

My bones are burning

From dead hands of the past

Blurry screens of

Fortune and fate

All down the line it’s a Plan of Attack