Another bad decision

Another bad decision
From new york
Getting in trouble
Another bad decision
Another bad decision
Baby, you're bad
You have marked me with the flowers
So imperfect,
And at the same time so perfect for
This imperfection that I am
Your
Blonde, baby
I told you "you look like a girl from london"
You are, you are
Here in the club we are diamonds,
Like the one you wear on your ankle