Can I Get a Hell No Lyrics

I'm not remotely flattered by the things you say
So just in case you were not aware, it makes me feel unsafe
‘Cause every time you whistle, fear crawls up my spine
Because when you objectify me, you rob me of what's mine:

My dignity, my sense of being treated like a human being
I am not a fucking object
I am not a fucking object

Makes no difference what I wear or even how I walk
Don't ask me for my number I don't want to fucking talk

Yes all women have to hear this shit every day
Yes all women endure words that make us feel afraid

So while I'm minding my business I do not want to hear your comments
Because when you tell me that I should smile it really makes me want to vomit
So many of us living like we're under attack, so don't act so surprised now that we're fighting back
I am not an object so don't treat me as such, I don't think I'm asking too god damned much

So on behalf of every woman, all across the world;
Five simple words:
I'm not your baby girl
And I don't know if you didn't understand me that first time around
I'mma tell you one more time:
I'm not your baby girl
Not your girl
Why don't you fuck off?

These boots are made for stomping
That's just what they'll do...
If you don't shut your fucking mouth
They're gonna stomp all over you