A Washington DC StreetMonica enters with suitcases a la Thoroughly Modern Millie.

I studied all the pictures in magazines and booksI memorized the bus schedules tooIt's one block north to Lincoln's and two to Capitol HillWashington, I prepared for youYou certainly are diff'rent from what they have back homeWhere there are no trophy wivesAnd no one's got power or wants to fuckBut I do, and they wonder whyThey said I would soon be good and homelessThey said I would catch a lot of STDsSo I always have this condom in my pocketA used condom in my pocketTo do with as I choose

Burn the bridge, bet the storeBaby's coming home no moreNot for the life of meBreak the lock, post my bailDone my time, I'm out of jailNot for the life of meA life that's gotta be more than a one-light townWhere the light is always redGotta be more than an old ghost townWhere the ghost ain't even deadClap-a-your hands, just-a-becauseDon't you know that where I am ain't where I wasNot for the life of meBoh-doh-dee-ohNot for the life ofNot for the life ofNot for the life of me!

The Oval Office(Kyle’s the UPS Guy’s entry music plays)

Monica: I’ve got a package, Mr. President.Bill: Come on in Monica. And call me Bill.Monica: Okay, Bill. (She drops the package) Oops, how clumsy of me (does a bend and snap to pick it up). (Sitting down) So, do you let all your employees call you Bill?Bill: No, just you.

Monica: Oh, why only me? I am just one of your many worker bees, always willing to give you a helping hand. Say, isn’t it your birthday? I heard it was your birthday. I should sing to you. (Like Marilyn Monroe) Happy birthday, to you. Happy birthday, to you. Happy birthday, Mr. President. Happy birthday, to you

Monica on the phone(Old fashioned telephone rings)

Monica: Hello?Linda: Hey girl, its me, Linda.Monica: Oh hi Linda. What’s up?Linda: Oh no. I wanna hear about the new guy you’ve been seeing.Monica: Fine. He’s really fun. Linda: Does he have a name?Monica: I’d rather not say.Linda: C’mon, tell meMonica: NoLinda: YesMonica: NoLinda: YesMonica: NoLinda: YesMonica: NoLinda: YesMonica: Fine. Bill Clinton.Linda: Oh my God! Got to go bye!

MontageTV Reporter: This just in. Reports have surfaced accusing Bill Clinton of having an affair with one Monica Lewinsky. We go to President Clinton’s live address to the press.

Bill Clinton: I did not have sexual relations with that woman.

TV Reporter: This just in. Independent counsel Kenneth Starr is getting warrants to search the belongings of one Ms. Monica Lewinsky.Bill Clinton: I did not have sexual relations with that woman.

TV Reporter: This just in. Kenneth Starr has found a blue dress belonging to Lewinsky which contained, well, you know… stuff. Okay, you get the point. The dress has the President’s DNA on it.

Bill Clinton: I did have sexual relations with that woman. But I love my wife. Ms. Lewinsky means nothing to me.

Monica: Nothing! I mean nothing to him?!

On my ownPretending he's behind meAll aloneI sleep with him ‘till morningWithout himI feel the press surround meAnd when I feel alone I wear a wigAnd now I’m Hillary

In the rain my blue dress shines like silverBut all the stains are as visible as everIn the darkness, you don’t know who you’re touchingAnd all I know is I’ll love him forever

And I know that we only grindThat I'm all by myself and not with himAnd although I know that he’s in a bindStill I say, there's a way for us

I want himBut when my shift is overI must leaveThe dream’s just a dreamWithout himThe world around me changesThe press is there and everywhereI get called “whore” by strangers

I want himBut every day I'm learningAll these timesHe’s only been pretendingWithout meHe still loves HillaryA love that's full of happinessThat he has never shown

I want himI want himI want himBecause I’m alone

Monica Confronts Bill

Monica: Mr. President. Bill: Monica.Monica: How are you?Bill: Fine. Monica: I appreciate you seeing me. Let’s get down to business. I don’t like what you have been saying about me. It’s one thing to lie to me and tell me you love me, but another to embarrass me for it. I want an apology. Bill: Sorry, Monica, I’m afraid I just can’t do that. Because I think you are weird. Monica: Yeah, well you are bad in bed!Bill: Haha, no I’m not. Just ask Newt Gingrich. Look, what I recommend you do is get as far away from me as possible. Move on with your life and get rid of that chip on your shoulder. Just let it go

The lights glow bright in D.C tonightNot a photographer to be seenA capital of shameAnd it looks like I’m the queen.

The press tried to swarm like this swirling storm insideCouldn’t stay no more, heaven knows I tried

Don’t let them in, don’t let them seeBe the good girl you are forced to beConceal, don’t feel, don’t let them knowWell, now they know

Let it go, let it goCan’t hold it back anymoreLet it go, let it goJust let them open the door

I don’t careWhat they’re going to sayLet the press rage on,Attention never bothered me anyway

It’s funny how some distanceMakes everything seem smallAnd the shame that once controlled meCan’t get to me at all

It’s time to see who I can doBecome famous like I wanted toNo right, no wrong, no work for meI’m free

Let it go, let it goI’ll speak for Jenny CraigLet it go, let it goYou’ll never see me beg

There I wasAnd here I amIn Great Britain

I’ll get a degree in psychologyI have so much fame I can go for freeAnd when they think that I am gone for goodI’ll write an articleThe past will keep coming back

Let it go, let it goI’ll come back like the break of dawnLet it go, let it goThat intern is gone

Here I standIn the light of dayLet the fame come on,The press never bothered me anyway