exact syllable matches

me

blow up your train

on farts and

boners, ok

I'm a

born klutz, okay

for

both of your sakes

A

bowl of corn flakes

off the

coast of Norway

you want coca

coca cocaine

You

don't hunt for quail

 

don't mean of old age

 

Don't touch your face

closed

for a Snow Day

looking

for a soul mate

worked

yourself

for a whole day

world just

for fun, okay

be their

for her, okay

bottle

child

for one more day

Looking

for some more bait

not good

for the sorbet

and

computer
everybody

for the whole day

do this

for us, okay

verlan

form of moche

and

forms a dome shape

looking for

fortune or fame

streets are

four people, okay

Let

go of your hate

to

go see her, okay

that sympathy

goin' your way

is for

grown ups, okay

me to

hole-punch your face

I'm playin'

Home Alone games

for his

horses or slaves

They Shoot

Horses, Don't They

hire anyone named

Jonah, okay

to

know her own name

she

knows the old ways

nostalgia and

loneliness for days

focus on this

moment, ok

serious for a

moment, okay

 

More people, more sales

 

More words, more weight

was

no sun, no day

soul,

nor us, nor they

 

normal form game

 

normal form games

could see in

the nature in

Northern Norway

isle, the

ocean holds sway

 

oceans or lakes

 

oh, what's your name

I'm

older, okay

you're the

only one, okay

supposed to remain

open, OK

long

or a short face

his

or her own way

years,

or months, or days

That's the next

order, okay

country full of

orphans, okay

people wearing mozzettas

over rochets

hasn't taken

over your brain

shit all

urine all
written all
your hand

over your face

'EM ALL

OVER YOUR FACE

just walked

Me standing
never flash

over your grave

and look

over your place

pee all

over your trade

arm thrown

over your waist

make it

over your way

It's

Let's start
That is

over, okay

That's going

overboard, mate

scales, or even

quarter-tone scales

the big broad

shoulders, OK

 

So, what's your name

atmosphere of permissive

social mores

it's the best

soda okay

 

sodium formate

trying to sell

Sonya, okay

it'll be

sort of OK

Someone

stole a Monet

The

storm bursts or fades

makes you

throw up, okay

You should've

told us, okay

it's Hawaiian water

torture, okay

I'm gonna

tow us, ok

of their

vocal cords, they

than

whole ones, old mate

lingering on

your clutch, okay

 

Your words, your face

with 1 extra syllable

let

alone the Soul Train

 

ammonia borane

need of an

appropriate roadway

the warriors

before the foray

home

before the storm breaks

 

Borrowed from or Keynes

 

Borrowed from or mane

gonna

bulldoze the whole place

turn off my

emotions, okay

It's not

This is very

important, okay

because throw

pillows suck, okay

He squinted

toward the doorway

amble

toward the home place

 

towards the doorway

Because this isn't

Transformers, okay

with 2 extra syllables

that encroach upon

equatorial domains