Mere bullets will NOT stop me singing.  There's nothing anyone can do about it.  So here it goes:

She wanted to test her husband,
She knew exactly what to do,
A pseudonym to fool him,
She couldn't have made a worst move.
She sent him scented letters,
And he received them with a strange delight,
Just like his wife.
But how she was before the tears,
And how she was before the years flew by,
And how she was when she was beautiful.
She signed the letter:
All yours, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka-ya-ya
All yours, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka-ya-ya

She wanted to take it further,
So she arranged a place to go,
Wanted to see if he,
Would fall for her incognito.
And when he laid eyes on her,
He got the feelings they had met before,
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady,
Capacity to give him all he needs,
Just like his wife before she freezed on him,
Just like his wife when she was beautiful,
He shouted out, I'm

All yours, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka-ya-ya
All yours, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka-ya-ya
All yours, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka-ya-ya
Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka-ya-ya
Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka-ya-ya
Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka-ya-ya
Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka, Mish-Mishka