I see what's beneath those
those lovely, tightly hose
pack screaming hottie flesh
those contours you showing
not helping winter warm day
let loose give yours freedom
I see threads giving up hold
a run visible from a distant
few more steps you'll be open
blame it on car seats or fries
Chinese sewing, weak links mate
we know it, our eyes don't lie
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