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 into chores,


Michael:
Yeah,


Both
Nothing can beat the view,

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

Michael:

No one but Mrs,

Ivy:

No one but Mr,

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.