You talk like Marlene Dietrich…
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire.

Your clothes are all made by Balmain…
And there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair.

You live in a fancy appartement…
Off the Boulevard of St. Michel.

Where you keep your Rolling Stones records…
And a friend of Sacha Distel.

But where do you go to my lovely…

When you’re alone in your bed?

Tell me the thoughts that surround you…

I want to look inside your head.

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Michelle Christina (a.k.a. Mishka) founded heymishka.com in 2008, and has since documented her love of DIY, thrift-shopping, and creative living here. Fueled by strong coffee and sparkly dreams, MC also mentors freelance writers at Freelance Writing Cafe, hosts the Sugar x Spice Market in Brooklyn, and writes digital marketing copy for some of the world's biggest brands.