Some like it hot, but not a lot,
Some like a lot and not so hot,
Some like everything that you’ve got,
Some say everything and don’t care what.
Chorus
Some like it hot, so why does our love go off the boil ?
Some care not a lot, if our love starts to spoil.
Some see the gold in a lepricaun’s pot,
Only sometimes do things hit the right spot.
Fair enough, ladybirds have only one dot,
But when I ask for your love, you give not a jot.
Chorus
Some like it hot, so the temperature’s rising,
Oh so very hot, it’s love (hardly surprising) … (repeat to fade)
© Jacqueline Richards 2008
