In my heels I glide
And in Pantyhose Adorned
My cold legs are warmed
How does it work?
When I am out walking on a chilly day or night, pantyhose warms my legs and toes and keeps them from frostbite.
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When I am out walking on a chilly day or night, pantyhose warms my legs and toes and keeps them from frostbite.