The Negris on the Moon

The negris on the moon/ she floated there on a balloon/ the real world was too confining/ so she went to space to keep in tune/and out there in the universe/ sipping a mojito with her "Gucci" purse/it is easier for her to be herself/ because life isn't so morbid and rehearsed/ The negris on the moon, fragrant lotion in case she peels/ fake eyelashes and knock off heels/ maybe all that time in outer space will reacquaint her with being real