Frozen Pipes

Her pipes are all frozen, Or, at least, where I’m concerned; I can’t seem to heat them up none, Don’t know how to turn them on. There was a time when they flowed freely, I seemed to have the magic touch; Now her pipes are all frozen, And they don’t put out too much. I’m not sure when the frost arrived or when it turned so cold I can’t blame it on the plumbing, our houses aren’t that old I can’t thaw them out with flowers, jewelry or a poem I’ve tried everything I can think of to start a fire in our home But, Her pipes are all frozen, Or, at least, where I’m concerned; Makes me start to wonder if Some other man now turns them on. There was a time when they flowed freely, I seemed to have the magic touch; Now I can only touch my own pipe, And I don’t like that as much. I’ve covered them with blankets; warmed them with my body heat But the closer I get, they more frozen yet, they seem from head down to her feet I would say that I am sorry, but I’m not sure what I have done The heat her pipes once contained, is somehow now long gone Her pipes are all frozen, Or, at least, where I’m concerned; I can’t seem to heat them up none, Don’t know how to turn them on. There was a time when they flowed freely, I seemed to have the magic touch; Now her pipes are all frozen, And they don’t put out too much.