Some like it hot

Some like it hot like an apple pie
Like Jeff Besos flying in the sky, oh my
Like the pants of someone who is telling a lie
Like the heart of a gambler who throws a die
Like a potato who knows he is going to fry
Like a computer calculating a billion digits of pi
Like a husband when he sees her with the other guy
Like a girl who dances even though she is shy
Like a mobster in court playing with his tie
Like a teenager reading Catcher in the rye
Like at the ATM right before your third try
Like a philosopher, running out of why