The one who stays above my head,
Yes, we both share a bunk, and she has the top bed,
The one whose laughter can wake the undead,
Whenever she laughs, I always want to hit her head,
The one who delights in the foolishness of another,
To her, as far as it doesn't kill you, its not her bother,
The one whose voice is as loud as a microphone,
Sometimes, I wish I could throw at her, a stone,
The one who barges...