Don't Judge a Book

On the outside, I'm not the kind of girl you take home to mommy.
I'm sexy and damn proud of it.
There's no shame in the curve of my hips or the swell of my breasts.
I ooze sex; I use sex.
I flaunt what I've got to get more.
My body is my weapon, my tool, my instrument.
But looks can be deceiving.
On the inside, I am Betty Crocker, Martha Stewart, June Cleaver.
I want the little house with green shutters and a red door,
the white picket fence, the 2.5 kids and the minivan.
I want the Stepford life, the Rockwell painting.
But a girl's gotta eat.