| G | D | |
| She'd shake it | up, was hard | to make out. |
| C | G | Am | |
| Now | it's plain to see | I couldn't cook to save myself, |
| C | D | G | D | |
| found my life | a recipe. | I never | looked at her this | way before, |
| Cm | |
| but | now she's all I see... |
| Em | D | |
| Alison's starting to hap | pen, |
| C | Em | |
| Alison's starting to h | appen, |
| Em | D | C | Cmaj/B | Am | |
| Alison's starting to ha | ppen to me |
| G | D | C | G | |
| It's so | mesmerizing, | can't describe it, | all that inside, | hey. |
| Am | |
| No one's heard her last | name, I ain't asked, |
| C | D | |
| So, | who am I to | blame? |
| G | D | Cm | |
| An | earthquakes started | forming under | neath my feet today... |
| Em | D | |
| Alison's starting to hap | pen, |
| C | Em | |
| Alison's starting to h | appen, |
| Em | D | C | Cmaj/B | Am | G | |
| Alison's starting to ha | ppen to me |
| | F | F | G | G | |
| | F | F | G | G | |
| | F | F | A7 | A7 | |
| D | A | G | D | |
| Oh, this | world is topsy- | turvy, and | it is mine to eat. |
| Em | G | D | |
| She's the pebble in my mouth | and | underneath my feet. |
| A | Gm | |
| She's the puzzle piece behind | the couch, | made the sky complete. |
| Bm | A | G | Bm | |
| Alison's starting to hap | pen. A | lison's starting to hap | pen. |
| A | G | Bm | |
| Alison's starting to hap | pen. Al | ison's starting to hap | pen. |
| A | G | Bm | |
| Alison's getting her tit | pierced. Al | ison's growing a mo | hawk. |
| Bm | A | G | Gmaj7/F# | Em7 | D | |
| A | lison's starting to hap | pen to me. |