Mr & Mrs Smith

Call the Justice of the Peace
But don't tell him our names
Don't put out a press release
Or mention baseball games.

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.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Simply the folks next door.

People without
A single clue what
An agent or grip is for
Yes.

Nothing can beat the view
When as far as the eye can see
There's—

No one but Mrs
No one but Mr
Smith and Me.

For a home the man provides
That cottage built for two
We'll check the small town classifieds
Variety won't do.

Then we'll move to Main Street, USA
And sign the deed of trust
The mailbox at our hideaway
Will tell the whole wide world
That we're just.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Merely the folks next door.

People who use
Their kitchen each night.

Who've never been into chores
Yeah...

Nothing can beat the view
For as far as the eye can see
There's.

No one but Mrs
No one but Mr
Smith and Me.

No early calls
No big premieres
No less romantic theme.

We'll spend the nights
Making our own
Little league baseball team.

We're no one you've ever seen...

Movie stars don't live anywhere here
Except on the local drive-in screen.

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

No one but Mr
No one but Mrs
Smith and You.