I don't know very much about his evidently sad personal life, but as a lyricist Lorenz Hart could be a cold, cold, bastard, and funny as hell. Ella Fitzgerald, with her cool precision and wit, was the perfect singer for Rodgers and Hart's nastiest songs. And this may be the nastiest of all...
When love congeals,
it soon reveals
the faint aroma of performing seals,
the double-crossing of a pair of heels.
I wish I were in love again!