When I was young, you weren't for me.
You were rough and so scratchy.
But now I'm older and my ways have changed.
Restrictive comfort won't be shortchanged.
As I pull you up high above my thong,
To my midsection you can do no wrong.
And higher still til you reach my bra,
It's like a corset but more bourgeois.
Nude, opaque or even brown,
You are the sexiest thing in town.
You hold me in so nice and tight
I'm glad I finally see the light.
Oh, Control Top Pantyhose, you are the one.
Never again will I come undone.
And while your feelings I never meant to hurt,
I'll keep you hidden underneath my skirt.
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