exact syllable matches

tell you
all a story
They
all adored me
I'm
all alone here
It's
all baloney
just about
all her stories
shared
all of your dreams
to
all of your teeth
and get
Cary gets
I had
Take
to get
you have
all the glory
I read,
all the stories
We're
all unholy
it
all up for me
Maybe stories
are just stories
You guys
are the fourteen
imaginary
uncertainties
are the most real
People
aren't born here
girls just
aren't for me
know those
aren't your feet
 
August 14
I fear, an
awful ordeal
It's
awkward for me
the
ball first or me
were playing the
Baltimore team
Chicago, Detroit,
Baltimore, St
popping a
bollock for me
buying a
bottle for me
at a
box of trophies
you prefer
boxers or briefs
form of the
Brahman only
glad I
brought a roadie
It's
called Karoshi
was
called the Bo Tree
A mine
car, a lorry
to serve as
carpet motifs
Grinch,
carved the roast beast
common danger and
common glory
 
common hornbeam
 
common hornbeams
got somethin' in
common, Cody
matter of
conscience for each
 
copper moki
one of those
cotton ponies
ride the
cotton pony
My
daughter, Laurie
this is my
daughter, Rory
and your
daughter, Tony
be a
doctor for me
The
what the
doctor told me
Steaks, hamburgers, hot
dogs, bologna
paid top
dollar for me
to steal
dollars for me
 
Donald Tovey
heaven, but my
Father only
My
what my
father told me
content to accept
Father's story
the
golf clubs for me
I'm
gonna go see
NOTHING'S
GONNA GROW HERE
not ever
gonna know me
aren't you
gonna show me
You're
gonna tow me
And he's
got a goatee
Everyone's
know, she's
Maybe I've
got a story
I've
got the story
you
got up your sleeve
You
gotta warn me
I
gotta warn ye
 
gotten cold feet
have ever
gotten for me
ha
ha, one for me
Everything is
harder for me
 
hard-luck stories
 
hard-luck story
this man
Harper told me
me to
honor your deeds
a naked
hot tub orgy
 
Jarvis Lorry
William
Johnson Cory
 
la maggiore
of a much
larger story
hard as in
lava quarries
was made
lawful for me
he no
longer knows me
I am no
longer lonely
a
lot of roast beefs
I have
lots of ponies
be
lots of smoke screens
has written
lots of stories
a triangle,
lozenge, or leaf
famous for its
marble quarries
was-- get this--
Martin Brody
film, directed by
many men like
Nicholas Pileggi and
thank you to
Martin Scorsese
a role
model for me
of ancient and
modern story
Hug
Momma for me
gut the
monsters for free
Real
monsters, Toby
die, is
naught but glory
water to make
Navajo tea
It's
not a trophy
you do
You will
not control me
do
not cut your ki
purple hat, not-
not the pony
see it's
not the stories
that are
not the story
does
not work for me
find modern
novels bore me
Clark och Gladys
och Salome
cut
off her own ear
AA meeting
off the 40
you shut
off the force-field
the empties
off the lorry
push me
off the pony
went
off the road here
cut
off the whole scene
a exclusive
offer for me
at the
office for me
cannot be for
office only
them sitting
on a pony
I'm
on a roll here
being
caucus
on a short leash
to work
on a story
Child
on earth for me
fell
on her own shears
close in
on her slowly
I'm out
on parole, see
stepping
on some oatmeal
atom bomb
on the Bolshies
down
on the floor here
night
on the home screen
,
bay
on the North Sea
see
on the oak tree
him
on the phone, please
a dime
few clams
on the ponies
the park
on the pony
not rely
to carry
was hooked
on the story
book and
read what's
on the trophy
A soap
opera told me
not an
wasn't an
option for me
true Palestinian
partner for peace
are connected through
Prana only
solve this
problem for me
make any
problems for me
striking the
proper tone here
No
prophet foresee
Written by
Robert Florey
next scene with
Robert Morley
round-
robin stories
round-
robin story
on the
Rocks of Glory
him with was
Rogers Hornsby
They were
Roger's stories
Too
Salsa for me
him a
shot of morphine
I
shot the pony
my Division Championship
soccer trophy
 
solid tori
Who hath
soughten glory
before you
then to
start the story
get acquainted,
swap some stories
for them to
target Modi
 
Tartan Tories
 
Tartan Tory
 
Thomas Dolby
century poet called
Thomas Rowley
 
Thomas Wolsey
see you
tommorow, Squee
on
top of your means
 
Walter Mosley
blue ghost, like Obi-
Help me, Obi-
Help me, Zombie-
Obi-
Wan Kenobi
You
wanna blow me
Punk didn't
wanna know me
do you
wanna show me
Do you
want a story
You
want some o' me
I don't
want the ponies
Dave Parker
was a 40
profile
was a code key
but it
was a phony
went there
was love stories
This
was satori
that I
was the only
him, everything
was work only
I
She
wasn't born here
thing if it
wasn't corny
but it
decided religion
if it
if love
It
it just
it somehow
that Christianity
that miracle
wasn't for me
I
wasn't lonely
when fed with
water only
no war,
water so clean
uncouth, undeveloped
wodge of protein
gonna tell
me tell
ya a story

with 1 extra syllable

Before the Monk of
Casal-Maggiore
rarely read their
concocted stories
like a
departure for me
less than
Godfather for me
Krishna
Menon opposed me
altogether
upon her own means

with 2 extra syllables

 
knickerbocker glories
 
knickerbocker glory