Plus my daughter was dancing to this one this morning:

Madame G.'s daughter danced a tarantella, which was very pretty.

Their daughters wore lipstick and openly danced to loud music.

Ivor's daughter had danced for them all between the fires, but never with Dave in his room at night.

Two daughters were dancing on a nearby table while another son stood at the foot of the bed, reading the Bible.

Jared's daughter danced for a man called Akish who then desired to marry her.

The moon and her daughters were dancing sedately above him.

Then father and daughter dance a waltz, and other tunes.

As he played and conducted, his wife and daughter danced in the darkness by the stage exit.

I mean, my daughter was dancing before she even let go of the coffee table.