But then the lyrics started, a deep and raw voice coming out of the sound system, and she popped up on her toes, stepping one foot in front of the other, her body all of a sudden coming to life and slinking from one move to the other. And that’s when the song registered. You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch. But it was a cover—some bluesy, rock variation—sexy, slow, and taunting.
