She's wearing tights.

Standing in the middle of the shop floor, she took a pair of knickers from the display, stripped off her own tights and pants and put them on.

I sent him to the store, which was my first mistake, and he went to buy underwear, and he bought the grippers, and he's supposed to buy the boxers.

I read it on the Intersnet. You cannot have children.

It's so light. The trousers are a bit tight but...

I mean, they weren't really jeans, they were more kind of, like, leggings, but, like, I guess they're actually kind of more like jeggings, like, but I think and you're just like, Oh my God.

You might enjoy the awkwardly tight, cut off pajama bottoms with balloons.

We must tighten our belts.

It doesn't matter. What if you just snip off the legs?

These pants fit me well.

Just the lower part, the trousers.

Dressed in red trousers and a cream blouse, Carter stood tearfully with hands clasped and eyes cast down as she was sentenced.

No. I gave it up with pantyhose they're both too binding.

He didn't have nothing, so they stole his pants.

Well, you'd better to tell him to use it to keep his pants up with, then. Interestingly lethal collection.

English you will see, this is jeans and tights, and an English expression the ability to share with the world what is going on in our own country.

But my avatar is a guy wearing chaps.

Shorts. Let me see. Where are the shorts?

Buy a new pair of pants, new shirt, something without all these holes in it.

I don't wear anything like those red pants, and my sleeves are too tight, but there's my waist.

And we'll drink and we'll eat and we'll unbutton the tops of our trousers and we'll take a nap, right here, side by side, a little nap.

White... pants.

Them's tights, Calam.

He was dressed in a dark blue jacket and trousers and showed no external signs of recent physical abuse, at least on his hands or face.

And it's a straight jacket.

Take off your corsets and spread out.

Look. Suspenders.

Let's make with the pants. Comin' up.

Thelightsontheladyintights

Your Soviet straightjacket.

You won't wear any until you're better.

Did you pee your pants?

And bloomers too.

All right. Trousers.

You've forgotten your tights.

Does the heat of passion make me so hot?

Those are my trousers.

That's a honey of an anklet you're wearing, Mrs. Dietrichson.

Get my pants.

He doesn't wear shorts, either.

Get me a pair of pants.

Get a shirt and his pants.

You just split up your pants...

He's naked.

Boys, drop your pants!