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 while studying fashion design at FIT. She has since documented her love of DIY, thrifting, and joy-infused living here. Fueled by strong coffee and faerie lights, she also trains freelance writers at Freelance Writing Cafe, vlogs at Hey Mishka TV and writes digital marketing copy for some of the world's biggest brands.