Putty In Your Hands
Written by j. patton & k. rogers
You say hop and I hop
You say drop and I drop
You say stop and I stop
Anything you say Im not gonna play
Im just like putty
Putty in your hands ah-ah
At the wave of your hand
(putty putty putty putty)
Im your slave to command
(putty putty putty putty)
And I gladly obey
(putty putty putty putty)
Anything you say Im not gonna play
Im just like putty, putty in your hands ah-ah
You can stretch me till Im ten feet tall
Or mould me down to the size of a rubberball
You can use me, abuse me, but dont refuse me
Without your love I aint nothing at all
They say Im a fool
(putty putty putty putty)
cos you treat me so cool
(putty putty putty putty)
Ands I go on/all this way
(putty putty putty putty)
Anything you say Im not gonna play
Im just like putty, putty in your hands ah-ah
You can stretch me till Im ten feet tall
Or mould me down to the size of a rubberball
You can use me, abuse me, but dont refuse me
(? ) nothing at all
They say Im a fool
(putty putty putty putty)
cos you treat me so cool
(putty putty putty putty)
Ands I go on this way
(putty putty putty putty)
(? )Im not gonna play
Im just like putty, putty in your hands ah-ah
Ah-ah
Im just like putty, putty in your hands ah-ah
Ah-ah
Im just like putty, putty in your hands ah-ah
Im just like putty, putty in your hands ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
(ad lib to fade)
song performed by by Kim Wilde
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Round The Corner
The mouse run 'round the corner
The mouse run 'round the corner
a mouse ran 'round the corner
an' straight off down the hall.
Pretty much dun all over
pretty much dun all over
pretty much dun all over
by the light of day, she run.
Her putty tail aflying
a putty tail aflyin'
her putty tail aflying
dividin' the hurryscurry air.
She vanish in the floor shine
he vanish in the floor shine
they vanish in the floor shine
and into the puddle sun.
We laugh all day Black Friday
we laugh all day Black Friday
we laugh all day Black Friday
and all the day before.
And all the day before, now
and all the day before, now
and all the day before, at how
folk will flock to sales.
The mouse run 'round the corner
the mouse run 'round the corner
a mouse ran 'round the corner
and straight off up the hall.
poem by Morgan Michaels
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Rock Hudson was not an educated man, but that very beautiful body of his was putty in my hands.
quote by Douglas Sirk
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Nevertheless You'll Do
You've never driven through a red light,
Or let your mind leave your body.
It's pitch black in bed every night:
You set the clock right for the morning alarm.
You've never wanted to start any fights,
Don't know a thing about tapping in on wires.
I fill the room with people
but still you sit empty,
Stuck like putty.
I tried to teach you good rock'n'roll,
But you couldn't get over the old one-two,
And nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, I do.
You're getting up in the morning and put on your suit [ca. 0'55]
For the office, and leave me.
You come home all pushed and pulled,
At six-thirty in the evening.
The television, it takes you away
To a picture-world where I have no say in it.
I fill the room with people
but still you sit empty,
Stuck like putty.
I tried to teach you good rock'n'roll,
But you couldn't get over the old one-two,
And nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, I do
song performed by by Kate Bush
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Female Fools
Women at all ages of their life
can be fooled on any day.
Just offer her some sweet sounding talk
and she's putty with which men play.
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Touch My Tooter
Buddy, whys my brain so muddy
Why do I feel like putty when she walks into the room?
Touch my tooter, smoocher
Sonny, it aint all milk and honey
And I dont think its funny when she starts to groove
Baby, aint it pretty lazy, and aint it crazy
When you think its all smooth
Touch my tooter, smoocher
Buddy, whys my brain so muddy
Why do I feel like putty when she walks into the room?
Sonny, aint it funny?
And I dont think its funny when she starts to groove
Touch my tooter, smoocher
Take it down for me!
Bring it on!
Touch my tooter, smoocher!
Ahhhh!
Buddy, whys my brain so muddy
Why do I feel like putty when she walks into the room?
Sonny, it aint all milk and honey
And I dont think its funny when she starts to groove
song performed by by Ween
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Party puppets fight
for pointless putty platforms,
ignore voter's plight.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (13 January 1993)
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The IQ and the life expectancy of the average American recently passed each other going in opposite directions.
George Carlin in Napalm and Silly Putty
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Adam And Evil
Now Adam and Evil, they go hand in hand
Eve taught him sin, that's the way it all began
But every time you kiss me, my heart pounds like a drum
So trouble is a woman, trouble here I come
I'm lonely like Adam, you're evil like Eve
I shouldn't take forbidden fruit 'cause I believe
I'll be heading straight for heartache
I should cut loose and run
But if loving you means heartache
Heartache, here I come
You're not the angel that I dreamed about
But you're the devil I don't want to live without
A woman's a woman, a man is a man
I can't be free I'm just putty in your hands
Who cares about tomorrow, I need your love tonight
And even if you're evil, baby hold me tight
You're not the angel that I dreamed about
But you're the devil I don't want to live without
A woman's a woman, a man is a man
I can't be free I'm just putty in your hands
Who cares about tomorrow, I need your love tonight
And baby if you're evil, baby hold me tight
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Adam & Evil
(words & music by wise - starr)
Now adam and evil, they go hand in hand
Eve taught him sin, thats the way it all began
But every time you kiss me, my heart pounds like a drum
So trouble is a woman, trouble here I come
Im lonely like adam, youre evil like eve
I shouldnt take forbidden fruit cause I believe
Ill be heading straight for heartache
I should cut loose and run
But if loving you means heartache
Heartache, here I come
Youre not the angel that I dreamed about
But youre the devil I dont want to live without
A womans a woman, a man is a man
I cant be free Im just putty in your hands
Who cares about tomorrow, I need your love tonight
And even if youre evil, baby hold me tight
Youre not the angel that I dreamed about
But youre the devil I dont want to live without
A womans a woman, a man is a man
I cant be free Im just putty in your hands
Who cares about tomorrow, I need your love tonight
And baby if youre evil, baby hold me tight
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Ratcatcher's Daughter
Not long ago, in Vestminstier,
There liv'd a ratcatcher's daughter, -
But she didn't quite live in Vestminstier,
'Cause she liv'd t'other side of the vater; -
Her father caught rats, and she sold sprats,
All round and about that quarter;
And the gentlefolks all took off their hats,
To the putty little ratcatcher's daughter.
Doodle dee! doodle dum! di dum doodle da!
She vore no 'at upon her 'ead,
No cap nor dandy bonnet,
The 'air of 'er 'ead all 'ung down her back,
Like a bunch of carrots upon it;
Ven she cried 'Sprats!' in Vestminstier,
She 'ad such a sweet loud woice, sir,
You could hear her all down Parliament Street,
As far as Charing Cross, sir.
Doodle dee! doodle dum! di dum doodle da!
Now, rich and poor, both far and near,
In matrimony sought her;
But at friends and foes she turn'd up her nose,
Did the putty little ratcatcher's daughter.
For there was a man, sold lily-vite sand,
In Cupid's net had caught her;
And right over head and ears in love
Vent the putty little ratcatcher's daughter!
Doodle dee! doodle dum! di dum doodle da!
Now lily-vite sand so ran in'er 'ead,
As she vent along the Strand, oh!
She forgot as she'd got sprats on her 'ead,
And cried, 'D'ye vant any lily-vite sand, oh,'
The folks, amaz'd, all thought her craz'd,
As she vent along the Strand, oh!
To see a gal vith sprats on 'er 'ead
Cry, 'D'ye vant any lily-vite sand, oh!'
Doodle dee! doodle dum! di dum doodle da!
Now ratcatcher's daughter so ran in his 'ead,
He couldn't tell vat he was arter,
So, instead of crying 'D'ye vant any sand?'
He cried, 'D'ye vant any ratcatcher's darter?'
His donkey cock'd his ears and laughed,
And couldn't think vat 'e was arter,
Ven he heard his lily-vite sandman cry,
'D'ye vant any ratcatcher's darter?'
Doodle dee! doodle dum! di dum doodle da!
They both agreed to married be
Upon next Easter Sunday,
But Ratcatcher's daughter she had a dream
That she wouldn't be alive on Monday;
She vent vunce more to buy some sprats,
And she tumbled into the vater,
And down to the bottom, all kiver'd up with mud,
Vent the putty little ratcatcher's daughter!
Doodle dee! doodle dum! di dum doodle da!
Ven Lily-vite Sand 'e 'eard the news,
His eyes ran down with vater,
Said 'e, 'In love I'll constiant prove;
And - blow me if I'll live long arter.'
So he cut 'is throat vith a pane of glass,
And stabb'd 'is donkey arter!
So 'ere is an end of Lily-vite Sand,
Donkey, and the ratcatcher's daughter.
Doodle dee! doodle dum! di dum doodle da!
The neighbours all, both great and small,
They flocked unto 'er berrein',
And vept that a gal who'd cried out sprats,
Sould be dead as any herrein'.
The Corioner's Inquest on her sot,
At the sign of the Jack i' the Vater,
To find vat made life's sand run out
Of the putty little ratcatcher's daughter!
Doodle dee! doodle dum! di dum doodle da!
The verdict vas that too much vet
This poor young voman died on;
For she made an ole in the Riviere Thames,
Vot the penny steamers ride on!
'Twas a haccident they all agreed,
And nuffink like self-slaughter;
So not guiltee o' fell in the sea,
They brought in the ratcatcher's daughter!
*Doodle dee! doodle dum! di dum doodle da!
*Well, ladies and gentlemen, - arter the two bodies was resusticated - they buried them both in one seminary - and the epigram which they writ upon the tombstone went as follows - Doodle dee! doodle dum! di dum doodle da!
poem by E. Bradley
Submitted by anonym
Vote! | Copy!
When It Bites You
The love bug is a funny creature
with no shape or form,
but you know it
when it bites you
because your head goes in a spin
and leaves you never knowing
where you’ve been.
You go weak at the knees
and are putty in its hands.
There is no prevention
and no way to make a stand.
For when the love bug bites you
it really does it hard
and sometimes leaves a scar.
Invisible to the naked eye,
but you know its there
embossed on your heart.
24 January 2008
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Child on Top of a Greenhouse
The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,
My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,
The half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers,
Up through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight,
A few white clouds all rushing eastward,
A line of elms plunging and tossing like horses,
And everyone, everyone pointing up and shouting!
poem by Theodore Roethke
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Little Ole Sentimental Me
Some people call me sentimental,
they might be right in saying that.
I am a big softie at heart.
I get choked when I hear sad stories,
and when someone has found someone
they lost touch with years ago.
Don’t ask me why it happens,
because I couldn’t honestly tell you why.
I am supposed to be a macho man,
but some things can melt this heart of stone.
Especially when it comes to animals,
they can wrap me around their tiny paw,
and there is nothing I can do.
They sit and stare at me,
with big sad looking eyes,
and I am putty in their paw.
They know it and play on it,
because I am a big softie,
little ole sentimental me.
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fallen Nation Transformation
Populations. Are not evil
in conscience themselves.
Though individual evil.
Can overcome a people.
Transform a sane nation.
With propaganda blinded.
Mind putty clay controlled
is shaped at dictator’s will.
Goose-steps into oblivion.
Siddharta Gautama states.
‘To understand everything
is to forgive everything.’
Yet there are amoral men
whose heinous crimes
surpass comprehension.
Therefore forgiveness.
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Window Paned Like A Person
a window paned
is like a person
divided up sections
closed off sections
separate
compartments
sealed
clear glass emotions
suffering clear seen
behind walls not hidden
pertained putty
applied sealants
sectioned glass
fixing broken
panes takes
time skill will
avoid rush jobs
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Return
Peace is declared, and I return
To 'Ackneystadt, but not the same;
Things 'ave transpired which made me learn
The size and meanin' of the game.
I did no more than others did,
I don't know where the change began;
I started as a average kid,
I finished as a thinkin' man.
If England was what England seems
An' not the England of our dreams,
But only putty, brass, an' paint,
'Ow quick we'd drop 'er! But she ain't!
Before my gappin' mouth could speak
I 'eard it in my comrade's tone;
I saw it on my neighbour's cheek
Before I felt it flush my own.
An' last it come to me--not pride,
Nor yet conceit, but on the 'ole
(If such a term may be applied),
The makin's of a bloomin' soul.
Rivers at night that cluck an' jeer,
Plains which the moonshine turns to sea,
Mountains that never let you near,
An' stars to all eternity;
An' the quick-breathin' dark that fills
The 'ollows of the wilderness,
When the wind worries through the 'ills--
These may 'ave taught me more or less.
Towns without people, ten times took,
An' ten times left an' burned at last;
An' starvin' dogs that come to look
For owners when a column passed;
An' quiet, 'omesick talks between
Men, met by night, you never knew
Until--'is face--by shellfire seen--
Once--an' struck off. They taught me, too.
The day's lay-out--the mornin' sun
Beneath your 'at-brim as you sight;
The dinner-'ush from noon till one,
An' the full roar that lasts till night;
An' the pore dead that look so old
An' was so young an hour ago,
An' legs tied down before they're cold--
These are the things which make you know.
Also Time runnin' into years--
A thousand Places left be'ind--
An' Men from both two 'emispheres
Discussin' things of every kind;
So much more near than I 'ad known,
So much more great than I 'ad guessed--
An' me, like all the rest, alone--
But reachin' out to all the rest!
So 'ath it come to me--not pride,
Nor yet conceit, but on the 'ole
(If such a term may be applied),
The makin's of a bloomin' soul.
But now, discharged, I fall away
To do with little things again....
Gawd, 'oo knows all I cannot say,
Look after me in Thamesfontein!
If England was what England seems
An' not the England of our dreams,
But only putty, brass, an' paint,
'Ow quick we'd chuck 'er! But she ain't!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Masterpiece
Within the passion of your kiss I feel your soft sweet lips,
I caress your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I hear your cries of mercy and it stirs my very soul,
Your body is soft putty, a masterpiece for me to mould.
Frantic grasping touches mixed with loving longing sounds,
Strokes of wanton desire wrapped in passion that surrounds.
Trembling with desire that flows through us feeding on our lust,
Content within our being, we embrace the one we trust.
Pressure from my hands as now I begin to play,
Tremours of desire rip right through us as we lay.
Your breath it is suspended as my tongue now travels far,
It gives such a sweet sensation and you shine now like a star.
We are lost within the moment as our bodies do compress,
An electrifying sensation, your skin pressing on my chest.
The wetness of your tongue feels the prescence of my heat,
Our bodies are on fire as the two of us do meet.
There is a desperate hunger that is fueling both our needs,
As two lovers come together both now desperate to feed.
Taking all my passion, wanting, feeling only me,
The joy it is transcended, we become what we can be.
I hear your longing whimpers, the smiling face of you I see,
Watching as you writhe below, you lock your gaze on me.
Clutching fingers tightly there's heat and passion in this room,
Your eyes can see right through me, in you I long to be comsumed.
Pounding hearts beat faster, beads of sweat begin to drop,
Lost within a moment that neither one of us can to stop.
I bite your lips as we kiss and pull upon your hair,
Our bodies move in rythm in the steamy humid air.
The moment is upon us cries of passion grip us now,
As within each thrusting motion we release not knowing how.
As we lay within each other we remember what has been,
We lay looking in each others eyes, the dream it was so keen.
Within the passion of your kiss, I felt your soft sweet lips,
I caressed your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I heard your cries of mercy and it stirred my very soul,
Your body was soft putty a masterpiece that I did mould...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Run
By lamont dozier
Love on my mind, I used to be
Living it up, fancy free,
Then one night it came to an end;
I met that girl and the trouble began.
Something inside of me keeps on telling me to run.
Whatcha gonna do to me?
Something inside of me keeps on telling me to run.
Whatcha gonna do to me?
I was hooked with just one look,
Easy prey, childs play.
I knew this girl was no one night stand;
Felt just like putty in her hands.
Chorus
Got no answers, got no cure,
But one thing I know for sure:
This is the girl, shes the one.
She makes it so hard for me to run.
Chorus
People tell me,
You might as well face it, shes covered all the bases.
You might as well face it, shes covered all the bases.
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Free Me From Your Teases, Please
Free me from your teases, please.
No longer can I hide inside,
That exposed exterior side I show.
You are chipping away at it.
And I'm noticing how I can not resist.
Something you do keeps me anticipating...
A boost of the 'giddy'
That begins to reveal my insecurities.
Stop it and dropp this teasing done to me!
Free me from your teases, please.
You make me uncomfortable.
And I know this you can see.
I can not look you straight in your eyes.
You're doing something to me,
And I am caught by surprise.
Why have you picked me to do this to?
I am not a piece of putty,
Or wish to you to be glued!
Free me from your teases, please.
I will not be your next choice,
To play the fool for you.
Unless you give me a sign or a clue...
You are serious to pursue,
The depths of my lust!
And how you and I can keep that thrusting!
On a daily basis with touches we trust...
Belong to just us!
I can be discreetly sleazy.
Expect that to please...
And end your teases to meet your needs.
I can and will deliver.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Starry Eyed And Mystified
I get all starry eyed and mystified
when cupid’s arrows strike me.
All dreams go out the window
and I am putty in love’s hands.
My world turns upside down
and I can barely stand.
I tip toe up the garden path
when love grabs me by the hand.
Starry eyed and mystified
as snow falls in the summer
and butterflies fly in the winter.
The world goes topsy-turvy
when cupid’s arrows strike their mark.
Such is love’s touch,
which leaves us wanting more
of being starry eyed and mystified.
26-27 November 2010
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!