[Ivy:]
Call the Justice of the Peace,
But don't tell him our names,

Don't put out a press release,
Or mention baseball games.


[Michael:]
Book the nearest Bridal suite,
One room will suit us fine,

For the desk clerk that we meet,
The only autograph we'll sign is,


[Both:]
Mr and Mrs Smith,
Simply the folks next door,


[Michael:]
People without a single clue what

an Agent or Grip is for

[Ivy:]

Yes,

[Both:]

Nothing can beat the view,
When as far as the eye can see, there's


[Michael:]
No one but Mrs,


[Ivy:]
No one but Mr,


[Both:]
Smith and Me.


[Michael:]
For a home the man provides,
A cottage built for two,

We'll check the small town classifieds,
Variety won't do.


[Ivy:]
Then we'll move to mainstream USA
And sign the deed of trust,

The mailbox at our hideaway,
Will tell the whole wide world that we're just,


[Both:]
Mr and Mrs Smith,
Merely the folks next door,


[Michael:]
People who use their kitchen each night,


[Ivy:]
And never been in Toots Shor,


[Michael:]
Yeah,


[Both:]
Nothing can beat the view,

For as far as the eye can see, there's

[Michael:]

No one but Mr, 

[Ivy:]

No one but Mrs,

[Both:]

Smith and Me.

[Both:]

No early calls,
No big premieres,
No less romantic theme,
We'll spend the nights,
Making our own,

Little league baseball team,

[Both:]
We're no one you've ever seen,


[Ivy:]
Movie stars don't live anywhere here,
Except on the local drive-in screen,

[Both:]

Yes,
I'd gladly disappear,
If it might guarantee a view of,

[Michael:]

No one but Mr,

[Ivy:]
No one but Mrs,

[Both:]

Smith and You.