She stops to remember a gentler time

With layers of pastel and blue tinted eyes

She's dating a guy who's half her age

Who vaguely resembles a young Jimmy Page

She's only looking for fantasy

She's only looking for fantasy

While trying out perfumes in Peter Jones

A fragrance reminds her of a time in Kings Road

In an open top car the Kennedys passed by

To this day she swears that Jack gave her the eye

She's only looking for fantasy

She's only looking for fantasy

She's only looking for fantasy

She's only looking for fantasy

She tried Karl Marx and Reverend Sun Moon

A Californian commune and Tuscany too

Somewhere in Time, A Walk in the Clouds

With Women in Love, Far from the Madding Crowd

She's only looking for fantasy

She's only looking for fantasy

She's only looking for fantasy

She's only looking for fantasy