Mr. Smith - Nina Simone

Don’t you realize, Mr. Smith?

Don’t you realize what thirty dollars buy today?

Just some stockings, and that’s it

I came from Havanah

My mother was wild as you are

She often said to me

My child, don’t sell yourself

For just a dollar or two

If you end up like me

God bless you, child

So think it over

For that little money

You give to me, Mr. Smith