Mr. Smith lyrics
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
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