Every time he’ll[1] kiss her,[2]
She’s still not certain that he loves her.
Every time he holds her,
She’s still not certain that he cares.
Though he keeps on saying
He really, really loves her.
She thinks that he’ll kill her
And that his motives are nefar-
ious, yet she will not part.
Suspicion wounds like a dart,
Suspicion’ torturing her.

Oftentimes he’s jolly;
Other times he filled with sorrow,
And then he’s a fink-rat
And has no plans to do her right.
She is a romantic
Turns eyes whenever he borrows
Dough. Yet she is doubtful
That she will live the night.

Then there’s the McGuffin:
Glass of milk he’ll use to zonk her.
When they go out driving
Her foolish fear tells her it’s time.
So she is afraid that
He will off her, but then she conquers
All of her suspicions
In the end, happiness they find.

Suspicion now will depart,
Suspicion had played its part,
Suspicion—torts ne'er incurred.


[1]John Aynsgarth, as played by Cary Grant. What could John be planning?
[2]Lina McLaidlaw, as played by Joan Fontaine