Lyrics Plan of Attack - Laura Carbone

Plan of Attack

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