C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon now,
Muss me, babe.
I can see: you're still somewhat afraid,
Though into Madeleine I'm made.
Sure, I could tell you what she'd said,
But that would scotch the whole charade.

Now, you want my loving,
But you're mending from the pain
Of Maddy's shoving
And her fall from way up high--
You, the fall guy.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon now,
Trust me, babe.
You did till past the mirror you strayed--
There's just a slight mistake I'd made,
Wearing that necklace ruby red.
You have caught on to the charade.

That was a dumb thing
To do; you'd become my swain.
You suggest something:
In the car we're gonna drive
Then we arrive. . .

At site of shoving.
Fear's lost--tower top you gain.
I can't give loving:
I'm nun-started and then fly
Down, twice to die.

[section of the "Vertigo" score during the nightmare sequence]

Strong work is "Vert'".