[Verse 1]
Woke up that Saturday morning with a pep inside my step
Cashier at the counter said, "Good morning, Mr. Depp."
Walked over to the magazine stand and I stopped to take a look
Saw you there on the cover, saw your face on the front of the book
And the article said I threw a phone at your face
And I thought, this is terrible, now my whole career's disgraced
Found the name of the writer and I thought, Ooh isn't that swell
I pulled out my cell, and I called 'em myself

[Chorus 1]
And I said, Hey there Mr. newsman
You don't have the right to write about things I never did and never said
You don't know the half, sir
No you don't know the things I go through
That girl isn't right inside her head
She pooped on my bed

[Verse 2]
Newsman hung up on me before I even told my side
And everyone believed her even though she lied
Everyone took Amber's side in the error of Me Too
She overshadowed all the girls who was out there telling the truth
So I knew I had to take this thing to court
And she fake cried a lot but her whole defense fell short
And I knew justice would be served I though, Ooh isn't that swell
The whole world could tell, she like a bat outta hell
[Chorus 2]
And the judge said, "Hey there, Misses Amber
You don't have the right to write about things he never did or never said
We never knew the half, girl
We never knew the things we went through
Girl you aren't right inside your head
You pooped on his bed
You pooped on his bed