Love me, you?
Love me, true?

It might just be a quirk of the shuffling and/or of the narration, but it seems whoever this phone belonged to liked love songs a lot.

Her boots splashed as she danced a little circle, murmuring the words.  The light drizzle had wet her hair, and she pushed it back out of her face, stretched her arms out and let the raindrops fall against her closed eyelids.

You, who presume you can stay dry, by
Dodging all the raindrops,
Falling,
Thick,
Try lifting up your tongue
To the rain not just the sun
Nothing quite so simple
Was ever so much fun.