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I joined the hockey team in my freshman year
My coaches were Hall and Murray
They told me several times it’s a contact sport
So I gotta handle the checkin’
Seems that I was busy tryin’ to do me some sleepin’
No different than the night before
That’s when I heard him, ooh, I heard him
He was poundin’ on my dorm door, dorm door
I got them
Jack Zimmermann feels
The kind you get when you go to Samwell
Jack Zimmermann feels
At the buttcrack of dawn, checkin’ me into boards
Jack Zimmermann feels
I think I hate him
Built like he was
He had the nerve to tell me
That I need to eat more protein
So, look here
I dragged him to Annie’s Cafe
And we had some checkin’ practice
Down at good ol’ Faber rink
I said now, goin’ to class never turned me on
But something about bakin’ pies an’ him mixed
He wasn’t too bright
But I could tell when he chirped me
He knew how to get his kicks
I got them
Jack Zimmermann feels
The kind you get when you take class with him
Jack Zimmermann feels
Checkin’ lil ol’ me in my own dang kitchen
Jack Zimmermann feels
I think I love him
The cheers sound so loud when they hit the rink roof
An’ the media wonders who you are
Innocence drowns out what your followers see
You feel like a Twitter star
Listen
They say your first love ain’t the greatest
But I tell ya
If I had the chance to do it all again
I’d still bake all those pies
‘Cause baby I’m the most
With this boy as fine as he was then
(Jack Zimmermann feels)
The kind you get (The kind you get)
The kind you get (When you’re playin’ with him)
Oh no no
(Jack Zimmermann feels)
(Checkin’ lil ol’ me)
Where has my Jack Zimmermann gone?
Yeah (Jack Zimmermann feels)
I think I, I think I, I think I love him
(Jack Zimmermann feels)
No no no
No no no (The kind you get)
(When you go to Samwell)
(Jack Zimmermann feels)
Tell me
Where has my Jack Zimmermann gone? (Checkin’ lil ol’ me)
(In my own dang kitchen)
(Jack Zimmermann feels)