Oh dang. My ignorance is showing again.
What say we ask the piano player to play a lively tune, and we can kick up our heels, swish our skirts around...oops, you aren't wearing a skirt...and have a grand ol' time.
You can stomp your feets while I wiggle my fanny. Here we go:
One, two, dah, dah, dah... Buffalo gals won'tcha come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight...
Buffalo gals won'tcha come out tonight and we'll dance by the light of the moon...
Oh, my! *blush, fan myself, fiddle with my hair*
You're a mighty fine dancer if'n I do say so myself.
*glares at other hussy across the barroom*