Can I Get a Hell No

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