Looking for Fantasy

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