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 Larsen (a.k.a. Mishka) founded heymishka.com in 2008, and has since documented her love of DIY, vintage, and creative living here. She curates and sells vintage fashion at Hey Mishka Vintage and runs the annual Sugar x Spice Holiday Makers Market in Brooklyn each holiday season. When she's not blogging, hunting for vintage, or doing DIY projects, Michelle Christina writes marketing copy for fashion brands and helps freelance writers grow their careers at Day Job Optional.