Head Over Heals ?

And I believed love should hurt to some degree, It must be love! I hung on every word you said Like a noose around my neck. You pulled the strings, A master puppeteer I was safe in your hands. I thought it was exciting, the way you moved me. I hardly questioned The tightness of your grasp, Because love was meant to hurt to some degree. Because love was meant to hurt to some degree The tightness of your grasp I hardly questioned. The way you moved me It was exciting. I thought I was safe in your hands. A master puppeteer, You pulled the strings Like a noose around my neck, I hung on every word, you said: “It must be love, love should hurt to some degree” And I believed.